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

Honour is manly decency. The shame of being found wanting in it means everything to us. Is this, then, the indefinable, the sacred thing?

Of what use is the memory of facts, if not to serve as an example of good or of evil?

What is a great life but a youthful intention carried out in maturity?

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

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

Doubt is the freedom of thought. Any claim to truth can be doubted.