There is no greatness where there is no simplicity, goodness and truth.

Great works of art are only great because they are accessible and comprehensible to everyone.

To love life is to love God. Harder and more blessed than all else is to love this life in one's sufferings, in undeserved sufferings.

Even in the valley of the shadow of death, two and two do not make six.

Men are so accustomed to maintaining external order by violence that they cannot conceive of life being possible without violence.

People look like rivers very much: water is everywhere the same, but the rivers are narrow, fast, wide, pure, cold, muddy and warm. The people are the same. They have the rudiment of every human habit in them and they behave according to them. Sometimes they even do not look like themselves, but they still stay whatever they are.

Then we should find some artificial inoculation against love, as with smallpox.