Out of the unreal shadows of the night comes back the real life that we had known

The true critic is he who bears within himself the dreams and ideas and feelings of myriad generations, and to whom no form of thought is alien, no emotional impulse obscure.

Wisdom is to have dreams big enough not to lose sight when we pursue them.

If one were to live his life fully and completely were to give form to every feeling, expression to every thought, reality to every dream.

The brotherhood of man is not a mere poet’s dream: it is a most depressing and humiliating reality.

The supreme object of life is to live. Few people live. It is true life only to realize one's own perfection, to make one's every dream a reality.

Action is limited and relative. Unlimited and absolute is the vision of him who sits at ease and watches, who walks in loneliness and dreams.

Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play... I tell you, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.

One's dreams must be big enough so as not to lose sight of them.