Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside.

The endless legacy of the past to the present is the secret source of human genius.

God is the poet; men are but the actors. The great dramas of earth were written in heaven.

The victory always has a lot of parents but the defeat is always an orphan.

The country is provincial; it becomes ridiculous when it tries to ape Paris.

Our souls possess the unknown power of extending as well as contracting space.

No society is complete without some victim, a creature to pity, to jeer at, to scorn or to protect.