Yes, I learned long ago that the only satisfaction of authorship lies in finding the very few who understand what we mean. As for outside rewards, there is not one that I have ever discovered.

Pessimism is the affectation of youth, the reality of age.

Conscience represents a fetich to which good people sacrifice their own happiness, bad people their neighbors'.

It would appear, from the best examples, that the proper way of beginning a preface to one's work is with a humble apology for having written at all.

It is only in the heart that anything really happens.

My first reading of Tolstoy affected me as a revelation from heaven, as the trumpet of the judgment. What he made me feel was notthe desire to imitate, but the conviction that imitation was futile.

Grandpa says we've got everything to make us happy but happiness.