The human race, in its intellectual life, is organized like the bees: the masculine soul is a worker, sexually atrophied, and essentially dedicated to impersonal and universal arts; the feminine is queen, infinite fertile, omnipresent in its brooding industry, but passive and abounding in intuitions without method and passions without justice.

The Difficult is that which can be done immediately; the Impossible that which takes a little longer.

The truth properly means the sum of all true propositions, what omniscience would assert, the whole ideal system of qualities andrelations which the world has exemplified or will exemplify. The truth is all things seen under the form of eternity.

Intolerance is a form of egotism, and to condemn egotism intolerantly is to share it.

I have imagination, and nothing that is real is alien to me.

The body is an instrument, the mind its function, the witness and reward of its operation.

To turn events into ideas is the function of literature.