The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire.

Our tree became the talking tree of the fairy tale; legends and stories nestled like birds in its branches.

Men travel faster now, but I do not know if they go to better things.

Ugly accidents happen . . . always have and always will. But the failures are swept back into the pile and forgotten. They don`t leave any lasting scar in the world, and they don`t affect the future. The things that last are the good things. The people who forge ahead and do something, they really count.

If there were no girls like them in the world, there would be no poetry

No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person.

[Mark Twain] is still the rough, awkward, good-natured boy who swore at the deck hands when he was three years old. Thoroughly likeable as a good fellow, but impossible as a man of letters.