Art can compel people freely, gladly, and spontaneously to sacrifice themselves in the service of man.

Commit no act that is contrary to love.

Pierre looked into the sky, into the depths of the retreating, twinkling stars. "And all this is mine, and all this is in me, and all this is me!" thought Pierre. "And all this they've caught and put in a shed and boarded it up!

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

Children: a torment and nothing more.

Art is not a handicraft, it is the transmission of feeling the artist has experienced.

No matter when, at whatever moment, if she were asked what she was thinking about she could reply quite correctly - one thing, her happiness and her unhappiness.