All the events of our life are materials of which we can make what we will.
Where children are, there is the golden age.
One can not understand language because language cannot understand itself; does not want to understand
Only an artist can interpret the meaning of life.
When you understand how to love one thing, then you also understand how to love everything.
The art of writing books is not yet invented. But it is at the point of being invented. Fragments of this nature are literary seeds. There may be many an infertile grain among them: nevertheless, if only some come up!