He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.

But he looks no more than thirty. He’s very handsome– so much you will admit; nor will you deny that he is very wealthy and very powerful; the greatest nobleman in Brittany. He will make...

Do you know, André, I sometimes think that you have no heart.’ ‘Presumably because I sometimes betray intelligence.

Mind being the seat of the soul, and literature being the expression of the mind, literature, it follows, is the soul of an age, the surviving and immortal part of it.

Life is an ephemeral business, and we waste too much of it in judging where it would beseem us better to accept, that we ourselves may come to be accepted by such future ages as...

We are all, he says, the sport of destiny. Ah, but not quite. Destiny is an intelligent force, moving with purpose.

To do what you imply would require nothing short of divine intervention. you must change man, not systems. Can you and our vapouring friends of the Literary Chamber of Rennes, or any other learned society...

I am very poor – for a know nothing, understand nothing. It is not a calamitous condition until it is realized.

With you it is always the law, never equity.

Without entering here into a dissertation upon the historical romance, it may be said that in proper hands it has been and should continue to be one of the most valued and valuable expressions of...