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

In two or three hundred years life on earth will be unimaginably beautiful, astounding. Man needs such a life and if it hasn't yetappeared, he should begin to anticipate it, wait for it, dream about it, prepare for it. To achieve this, he has to see and know more than did his grandfather and father.

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

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.

It always seems to the brothers and the father that their brother or son didn't marry the right person.

There is nothing more awful, insulting, and depressing than banality.

A writer should not so much write as embroider on paper; the work should be painstaking, laborious.