Love is strong in its passion; affection is powerful in its gentleness.

Each year, it is necessary to respire, to take breath again, to revive ourselves at the great living sources that forever keep their eternal freshness. Where can we find them if not at the cradle of our race, on the sacred summits from where descend the Indus and the Ganges....?

Every epoch dreams its successor.

He who would confine his thought to present time will not understand present reality.

The historian's first duties are sacrilege and the mocking of false gods. They are his indispensable instruments for establishing the truth.

Love is strong in its passion; affection is powerful in its gentleness.

Achieving a goal is nothing. The getting there is everything.