He who is conceived in a cage, yearns for the cage.
Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers.
Envy is an insult to oneself.
To partly remain a child: that is to be really mature.
Everything I do, I do on the principle of Russian borscht. You can throw everything into it beets, carrots, cabbage, onions, everything you want. What's important is the result, the taste of the borscht.
Those who are used to a cage will weep for a cage.