I can always paint very well with my eyes, but with my hands it doesn't always work out.

The development of the national spirit in its present form leads into blind alleys. Some condition must be found which preserves the life of the nation, but rules out the fatal rivalry among nations.

Every war carries within it the war which will answer it. Every war is answered by a new war, until everything, everything is smashed.

Where do all the women who have watched so carefully over the lives of their beloved ones get the heroism to send them to face the cannon?

Growing old is partly an inescapable process of accommodation and adjustment.

Men without joy seem like corpses.

Recently I began reading my old diaries. Back to before the war. Gradually I became very depressed. The reason for that is probably that I wrote only when there were obstacles and halts to the flow of life, seldom when everything was smooth and even. ... As I read I distinctly felt what a half-truth a diary presents.