Man has been endowed with reason, with the power to create, so that he can add to what he's been given. But up to now he hasn't been a creator, only a destroyer. Forests keep disappearing, rivers dry up, wild life's become extinct, the climate's ruined and the land grows poorer and uglier every day.

Instructing in cures, therapists always recommend that "each case be individualized." If this advice is followed, one becomes persuaded that those means recommended in textbooks as the best, means perfectly appropriate for the template case, turn out to be completely unsuitable in individual cases.

Useless pursuits and conversations always about the same things absorb the better part of one's time, the better part of one's strength, and in the end there is left a life grovelling and curtailed, worthless and trivial, and there is no escaping or getting away from it—just as though one were in a madhouse or prison.

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

The stupider the peasant, the better the horse understands him.

If in the first act you have hung a pistol on the wall, then in the following one it should be fired. Otherwise don't put it there.

Do you remember you shot a seagull? A man came by chance, saw it and destroyed it, just to pass the time.