My remembrance of the past is a novel I am constantly recomposing; and it would not be a historical novel, but sheer fiction, if the material events which mark and ballast my career had not their public dates and characters scientifically discoverable.

The tide of evolution carries everything before it, thoughts no less than bodies, and persons no less than nations.

The unforgivable sin is the refusal to pardon.

The theater, for all its artifices, depicts life in a sense more truly than history.

Does the thoughtful man suppose that...the present experiment in civilization is the last world we will see?

The existence of any evil anywhere at any time absolutely ruins a total optimism.

There is a prodigious selfishness in dreams: they live perfectly deaf and invulnerable amid the cries of the real world.