I don’t understand anything about the ballet; all I know is that during the intervals the ballerinas stink like horses.

When describing nature, a writer should seize upon small details, arranging them so that the reader will see an image in his mind after he closes his eyes. For instance: you will capture the truth of a moonlit night if you'll write that a gleam like starlight shone from the pieces of a broken bottle, and then the dark, plump shadow of a dog or wolf appeared. You will bring life to nature only if you don't shrink from similes that liken its activities to those of humankind.

I don’t understand anything about the ballet; all I know is that during the intervals the ballerinas stink like horses.

Perhaps man has a hundred senses, and when he dies the five senses that we know perish with him, and the other ninety-five remain alive... Everything that is unattainable for us now will one day be near and clear... But we must work.

My love is like a stone tied round my neck; it's dragging me down to the bottom; but I love my stone. I can't live without it.

At the door of every happy person there should be a man with a hammer whose knock would serve as a constant reminder of the existence of unfortunate people.

If you are afraid of loneliness, do not marry.