The dreams of men, the seed of commonwealth, the germs of empires.

The moon had spread over everything a thin layer of silver - over the rank grass, over the mud, upon the wall of matted vegetation standing higher than the wall of a temple, over the great river I could see through a sombre gap glittering, glittering, as it flowed broadly by without a murmur. All this was great, expectant, mute, while the man jabbered about himself.

The conquest of the earth... is not a pretty thing when you look into it too much. What redeems it is the idea only... not a sentimental pretence but an idea.

The true peace of God begins at any spot a thousand miles from the nearest land.

We couldn't understand because we were too far... and could not remember because we were traveling in the night of first ages, those ages that had gone, leaving hardly a sign... and no memories.

A man's real life is that accorded to him in the thoughts of other men by reason of respect or natural love.

A train of thought is never false. The falsehood lies deep in the necessities of existence.