Nobody even imagines how well one can lie about the state of one’s own heart.

Again and again, the cicada's untiring cry pierced the sultry summer air like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.

There's a huge seal called 'impossibility' pasted all over this world. And don't ever forget that we're the only ones who can tear it off once and for all.

Glory, as anyone knows, is bitter stuff.

Beauty is something that burns the hand when you touch it.

Quite possibly, what I call happiness may coincide with what others call the moment of imminent danger

As usual, it occurred to me that words were the only thing that could possibly save me from this situation. This was a characteristic misunderstanding on my part. When action was needed, I was absorbed in words; for words proceeded with such difficulty from my mouth that I was intent on them and forgot all about action. It seemed to me that actions, which are dazzling, varied things, must always be accompanied by equally dazzling and equally varied words.