Literature is the thought of thinking souls.

No mortal has a right to wag his tongue, much less to wag his pen, without saying something.

The times are very bad. Very well, you are there to make them better.

The scandalous bronze-lacquer age of hungry animalisms, spiritual impotences, and mendacities, will have to run its course, till the pit follow it.

There needs not a great soul to make a hero; there needs a god-created soul which will be true to its origin; that will be a great soul!

No sooner does a great man depart, and leave his character as public property, than a crowd of little men rushes towards it. There they are gathered together, blinking up to it with such vision as they have, scanning it from afar, hovering round it this way and that, each cunningly endeavoring, by all arts, to catch some reflex of it in the little mirror of himself.

No great man lives in vain. The history of the world is but the biography of great men.