Writing is a deeper sleep than death. Just as one wouldn't pull a corpse from its grave, I can't be dragged from my desk at night.

A man of action forced into a state of thought is unhappy until he can get out of it.

Maybe innocence makes its way easiest through the elemental chaos of this world.

What do I have in common with Jews? I don't even have anything in common with myself.

It is strange how little sharpsightedness women possess; they only notice whether they please, then whether they arouse pity, and finally, whether you look for compassion from them. That is all; come to think of it, it may even be enough, generally speaking.

Alas," said the mouse, "the whole world is growing smaller every day. At the beginning it was so big that I was afraid, I kept running and running, and I was glad when I saw walls far away to the right and left, but these long walls have narrowed so quickly that I am in the last chamber already, and there in the corner stands the trap that I must run into." "You only need to change your direction," said the cat, and ate it up.

Hiding places there are innumerable, escape is only one, but possibilities of escape, again, are as many as hiding places.