The situation that has not its duty, its ideal, was never yet occupied by man. Yes, here, in this poor, miserable, hampered, despicable actual, wherein thou even now standest, here or nowhere is thy ideal; work it out therefrom, and, working, believe, live, be free. Fool! the ideal is in thyself.

History is a mighty dramos, enacted upon the theatre of times, with suns for lamps and eternity for a background.

Popular opinion is the greatest lie in the world.

History is the new poetry.

The only happiness a brave person ever troubles themselves in asking about, is happiness enough to get their work done.

The true epic of our times is not "Arm's and the Man," but "Tools and the Man"--an infinitely wider kind of epic.

Intellect is the soul of man, the only immortal part of him.