It is as acceptable now to love the wives of others as it is to smoke their cigars and read their books.

Critics are like horse-flies which hinder the horses in their plowing of the soil. The horse works, all its muscles drawn tight like the strings on a double-bass, and a fly settles on his flanks and tickles and buzzes. And what does the fly buzz about? It scarcely knows itself; simply because it is restless and wants to proclaim: 'Look, I too am living on the earth. See, I can buzz, too, buzz about anything.'

Desription should be very brief and have an incidental nature.

If our life has a meaning, an aim, it has nothing to do with our personal happiness, but something wiser and greater.

Love, friendship and respect do not unite people as much as common hatred for something.

Love is a great thing. It is not by chance that in all times and practically among all cultured peoples love in the general senseand the love of a man for his wife are both called love. If love is often cruel or destructive, the reasons lie not in love itself, but in the inequality between people.

Life on earth is inconceivable without trees.