Sara could commit adultery at one end and weep for her sins at the other, and enjoy both operations at once.

Reality is a narrow little house which becomes a prison to those who can't get out of it.

Love doesn't grow on trees like apples in Eden - it's something you have to make. And you must use your imagination too.

The concept, the label, is perpetually hiding from us all the nature of the real.

People don't use their eyes. They never see a bird, they see a sparrow. They never see a tree, they see a birch. They see concepts.

Where can one find a profounder desolation than in the poor child who has lost its mother?

Politics is like navigation in a sea without charts, and wise men live the lives of pilgrims.