If I had listened to the critics I'd have died drunk in the gutter

Write about this man who, drop by drop, squeezes the slave's blood out of himself until he wakes one day to find the blood of a real human being--not a slave's--coursing through his veins.

Everything should be first-rate in a person, his face, clothes, soul and thoughts.

In all the universe nothing remains permanent and unchanged but the spirit.

It is always "Youth, youth," when there is nothing else to be said.

When a person hasn't in him that which is higher and stronger than all external influences, it is enough for him to catch a good cold in order to lose his equilibrium and begin to see an owl in every bird, to hear a dog's bark in every sound.

I don't like being successful; the subjects which sit in my head are annoyed and jealous of what has already been written.