Poetry is the disease of the brain.

What is a great life if not a youthful idea executed by a man of mature years.

What is a great life? It is the dreams of youth realised in old age.

The study of social progress is to-day not less needed in literature than is the analysis of the human heart.

Do you know that charming part of our country which has been called the garden of France - that spot where, amid verdant plains watered by wide streams, one inhales the purest air of heaven?

The acts of the human race on the world's stage have doubtless a coherent unity, but the meaning of the vast tragedy enacted will be visible only to the eye of God, until the end, which will reveal it perhaps to the last man.

The existence of the soldier, next to capital punishment, is the most grievous vestige of barbarism which survives among men.