Every man and every living creature has a sacred right to the gladness of springtime.

The subject of history is the life of peoples and of humanity. To catch and pin down in words--that is, to describe directly the life, not only of humanity, but even of a single people, appears to be impossible.

They've got no idea what happiness is, they don't know that without this love there is no happiness or unhappiness for us--there is no life.

Every man had his personal habits, passions, and impulses toward goodness, beauty, and truth.

My principal sin is doubt. I doubt everything, and am in doubt most of the time.

Violence produces only something resembling justice, but it distances people from the possibility of living justly, without violence.

Good fiction doesn't come out of the basic conflict of good versus bad. Instead, it comes out of a conflict between good and good.