The cosmos is a vast living body, of which we are still parts. The sun is a great heart whose tremors run through our smallest veins. The moon is a great nerve center from which we quiver forever. Who knows the power that Saturn has over us, or Venus? But it is a vital power, rippling exquisitely through us all the time.

Tragedy is like strong acid - it dissolves away all but the very gold of truth.

Marriage is the clue to human life, but there is no marriage apart from the wheeling sun and the nodding earth, from the strayingof the planets and the magnificence of the fixed stars.

That is almost the whole of Russian literature: the phenomenal coruscations of the souls of quite commonplace people.

A man must keep his earnestness nimble, to escape ridicule.

The great mass of humanity should never learn to read or write.

I am turned into a dream. I feel nothing, or I don't know what I feel. Yet it seems to me I am happy.