My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in consequence, I am a little bored.

Only the children know what they are looking for. They waste their time over a rag doll and it becomes very important to them; and if anybody takes it away from them, they cry.

We live not by things, but by the meaning of things. It is needful to transmit the passwords from generation to generation.

You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad.

Language is the source of misunderstandings.

No one is ever satisfied where he is.

The wind in the grain is the caress to the spouse; it is the hand of peace stroking her hair.