Our dream dashes itself against the great mystery like a wasp against a window pane. Less merciful than man, God never opens the window.

I find that when I do not think of myself I do not think at all.

It is easy for a somebody to be modest, but it is difficult to be modest when one is a nobody.

Our dream dashes itself against the great mystery like a wasp against a window pane. Less merciful than man, God never opens the window.

Socialism must come down from the brain and reach the heart.

Writing is a way of talking without being interrupted.

Clarity is the politeness of the man of letters.