In fact, my entire childhood consisted of looking at photographs in which the viewer sees the ball behind the line, looking through the goal net, and the poor goalkeeper in front of the net.

Any intelligent person knows that life is a beautiful thing and that the purpose of life is to be happy," said my father as he watched the three beauties. "But it seems only idiots are ever happy. How can we explain this?

Great changes in the direction of peace have often come from people who were no great advocates of peace to begin with.

I believe strongly in an author's moral responsibility. But his first obligation is to write good books.

The silence of snow, thought the man sitting just behind the bus driver.

Without patience and the skill of a craftsman, even the greatest talent is wasted.

For the traveler we see leaning on his neighbor is an honest and well-meaning man and full of melancholy, like those Chekhov characters so laden with virtues that they never know success in life.