One may speak about anything on earth with fire, with enthusiasm, with ecstasy, but one only speaks about oneself with avidity.

Everyone needs help from everyone else.

Youth eats all the sugared fancy cakes and regards them as its daily bread. But there'll come a time when you'll start asking just for a crust.

I'm through with Tolstoy. He has ceased to exist for me.... If I eat a bowl of soup and like it, I know by that fact alone and with absolute certainty that Tolstoy will find it bad, and vice versa.

That is what poetry can do. It speaks to us of what does not exist, which is not only better than what exists, but even more like the truth.

So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me - a long, long road without a goal.

Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.