I had come at last and my heart was beating again strongly to a heart that could not know despair because it forgot itself in the duty of its love.

The concept, the label, is perpetually hiding from us all the nature of the real.

No doubt any connoisseur, any collector, some bored old millionaire when he shows off his treasures, is seeking in your praise the resurrection and the life.

What is it in the actor, the stage, that casts so powerful a spell on the young imagination?

Religion is organized to satisfy and guide the soul -- politics does the same thing for the body.

Politics is like navigation in a sea without charts, and wise men live the lives of pilgrims.

Reality is a narrow little house which becomes a prison to those who can't get out of it.