In descriptions of Nature one must seize on small details, grouping them so that when the reader closes his eyes he gets a picture. For instance, you'll have a moonlit night if you write that on the mill dam a piece of glass from a broken bottle glittered like a bright little star, and that the black shadow of a dog or a wolf rolled past like a ball.

If one wants to lead a good life, A HUMAN LIFE, one must work.

To describe drunkenness for the colorful vocabulary is rather cynical. There is nothing easier than to capitalize on drunkards.

People who lead a lonely existence always have something on their minds that they are eager to talk about.

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

He who desires nothing, hopes for nothing, and is afraid of nothing, cannot be an artist.

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.