I saw that I'd get nowhere on the straight path, and that to go crookedly was straighter.

We have the marvelous gift of making everything insignificant.

Two turtle doves will show thee Where my cold ashes lie And sadly murmuring tell thee How in tears I did die

It is well-known that there are many faces in the world over the finishing of which nature did not take much trouble, did not employ any fine tools such as files, gimlets, and so on, but simply hacked them out with round strokes: one chop-a nose appears; another chop-lips appear; eyes are scooped out with a big drill; and she lets it go into the world rough-hewn, saing: "ALIVE!

Do we ever get what we really want? Do we ever achieve what our powers have ostensibly equipped us for? No: everything works by contraries.

What is stronger in us — passion or habit? Or are all the violent impulses, all the whirl of our desires and turbulent passions, only the consequence of our ardent age, and is it only through youth that they seem deep and shattering?

A time of famine and poverty will come and the people as a whole as well as every individual in it will suffer.