France, for example, loves at the same time history and the drama, because the one explores the vast destinies of humanity, and the other the individual lot of man.

Of what use is the memory of facts, if not to serve as an example of good or of evil?

On the day when man told the story of his life to man, history was born.

He's constantly reinventing himself. 'Romance,' for example, is a courtroom drama. You can find nothing else even remotely like that anywhere in his whole canon.

This month, for example, we are doing a lot regarding Black History Month.

The acts of the human race on the world's stage have doubtless a coherent unity, but the meaning of the vast tragedy enacted will be visible only to the eye of God, until the end, which will reveal it perhaps to the last man.