A man trying to escape never thinks himself sufficiently concealed.

The man is placed where the Earth ends, the woman, where the heaven starts.

I exist," murmurs someone whose name is Everyone. "I'm young and in love; I am old and I want rest; I work, I prosper, I do good business, I have houses to rent, money in State Securities; I am happy, I have wife and children; I like all these things and I want to go on living, so leave me alone."... There are moments when all this casts a deep chill on the large-minded pioneers of the human race.

History has its truth; and so has legend hers.

Here we stop. Upon the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, his finger on his lip.

Primitive times are lyrical, ancient times epical, modern times dramatic. The ode sings of eternity, the epic imparts solemnity tohistory, the drama depicts life. The characteristic of the first poetry is ingeniousness, of the second, simplicity, of the third, truth.

My tastes are aristocratic, my actions democratic.