The future has many names: For the weak, it means the unattainable. For the fearful, it means the unknown. For the courageous, it means opportunity.

Art needs no spur beyond itself.

At a certain depth of distress, the poor, in their stupor, groan no longer over evil, and are no longer thankful for good.

History has its truth, and so has legend. Legendary truth is of another nature than historical truth. Legendary truth is invention whose result is reality. Furthermore, history and legend have the same goal; to depict eternal man beneath momentary man.

The most beautiful of altars, he said, is the soul of an unhappy creature consoled and thankfing God.

...Human thought has no limit. At its risk and peril, it analyzes and dissects its own fascination. We could almost say that, by a sort of splendid reaction, it fascinates nature; the mysterious world surrounding us returns what it receives; it is likely that contemplators are contemplated.

The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.