The time's come: there's a terrific thunder-cloud advancing upon us, a mighty storm is coming to freshen us up....It's going to blow away all this idleness and indifference, and prejudice against work....I'm going to work, and in twenty-five or thirty years' time every man and woman will be working.

In descriptions of nature one must seize on small details, grouping them so that when the reader closes his eyes he gets a picture.

Flies purify the air, and plays - the morals.

Whoever sincerely believes that elevated and distant goals are as little use to man as a cow, that "all of our problems" come fromsuch goals, is left to eat, drink, sleep, or, when he gets sick of that, to run up to a chest and smash his forehead on its corner.

You will not become a saint through other people's sins.

Only one who loves can remember so well.

I do not know why one should not hunt two hares even in the literal sense....