Out of love, God becomes man. He says: 'See, here is what it is to be a human being'.

What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music.

At one time my only wish was to be a police official. It seemed to me to be an occupation for my sleepless intriguing mind. I had the idea that there, among criminals, were people to fight: clever, vigorous, crafty fellows. Later I realized that it was good that I did not become one, for most police cases involve misery and wretchedness-not crimes and scandals.

In addition to my other numerous acquaintances, I have one more intimate confidant. ... My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known - no wonder, then, that I return the love.

The task must be made difficult, for only the difficult inspires the noble-hearted.

To grumble about the world and its unhappiness is always easier than to beat one's breast and groan over oneself.

Truth is not introduced into the individual from without, but was within him all the time.