For what's the use of talking with a man who has a disease and thinks about the stars?

There are times when you have to choose between being human and having good taste.

You can't write poems about trees when the woods are full of policemen.

If you join the rat race — you're in the race of rats.

It’s all right to hesitate if you then go ahead.

Recently my fingers have developed a prejudice against comparatives. They all follow this pattern: a squirrel is smaller than a tree; a bird is more musical than a tree. Each of us is the strongest one in his or her own skin. Characteristics should take off their hats to one another, instead of spitting in each other's faces.

Something ignoble, loathsome, undignified attends all associations between people and has been transferred to all objects, dwelling, tools, even the landscape itself.