Even in Siberia there is happiness.

There is no national science, just as there is no national multiplication table; what is national is no longer science.

Faith is an aptitude of the spirit. It is, in fact, a talent: you must be born with it.

Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.

It is as acceptable now to love the wives of others as it is to smoke their cigars and read their books.

To harbor spiteful feelings against ordinary people for not being heroes is possible only for narrow-minded or embittered man.

These people have learned not from books, but in the fields, in the wood, on the river bank. Their teachers have been the birds themselves, when they sang to them, the sun when it left a glow of crimson behind it at setting, the very trees, and wild herbs.