How does one kill fear, I wonder? How do you shoot a specter through the heart, slash off its spectral head, take it by its spectral throat?

History repeats itself, but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is as utterly gone out of the world as the song of a destroyed wild bird.

Going home must be like going to render an account.

Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.

Only in men's imagination does every truth find an effective and undeniable existence. Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art as of life.

All ambitions are lawful except those which climb upward on the miseries or credulities of mankind.

Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.

Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men.

The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.

Each blade of grass has its spot on earth whence it draws its life, its strength and so is man rooted to the land from which he draws his faith together with his life.