We hope vaguely but dread precisely.

There is a difference if we see something with a pencil in our hand or without one.

Nothing beautiful can be summarized.

A real writer can be recognized by the fact he doesn't find words. Therefore he must search for them and while doing that, he finds better ones.

It seems to me that the soul, when alone with itself and speaking to itself, uses only a small number of words, none of them extraordinary.

Whoever wants to accomplish great things must devote to a lot of profound thought to details.

A great man is one who leaves others at a loss after he is gone.