He who loves lives, he who lives works, and he who works has bread.

Misery is the only thing in the world that has no end or edge.

His mind was like a soup dish, wide and shallow; it could hold a small amount of nearly anything, but the slightest jarring spilled the soup into somebody's lap

Who wants to do good in this world must deny oneself. A man does not live on this Earth to be happy or to be honest only - he has to do great things for humanity, achieve the generosity of the spirit and rise above the banality where most of the people are drowning and wasting their days.

Morality is similar to religion - it is a somniferous drug which blinds people from seeing the squalor of their lives.

Life's not so bad after all. There are not only poison but also antidotes.

Normal people do not create art.