When asked, "Why do you always wear black?", he said, "I am mourning for my life.

It is depressing to hear the unfortunate or dying man jest.

Country acquaintances are charming only in the country and only in the summer. In the city in winter they lose half of their appeal.

Three o'clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can't sleep, I am so happy.

Art, especially the stage, is an area where it is impossible to walk without stumbling.

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.

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.