Interest in the lives of others, the high evaluation of these lives, what are they but the overflow of the interest a man finds in himself, the value….

I think the whole glory of writing lies in the fact that it forces us out of ourselves and into the lives of others..

You won’t arrive. It is an endless search..

Wait and wait. Most people's lives are spent waiting..

The lives of people are like young trees in a forest. They are being choked by climbing vines. The vines are old thoughts and beliefs planted by dead….

I am pregnant with song. My body aches but do not betray me. I will sing songs and hide them away. I will tear them into bits and throw them in the s….

I wanted to run away from everything but I wanted to run towards something too..

People keep on getting married. Evidently hope is eternal in the human breast..

You must try to forget all you have learned,” said the old man. “You must begin to dream. From this time on you must shut your ears to the roaring of….

There is this thing called life. We live it, not as we intend or wish, but as we are driven on by forces outside and inside ourselves..

Most people are afraid to trust their imaginations and the artist is not..

The life of reality is confused, disorderly, almost always without apparent purpose, whereas in the artist's imaginative life there is purpose. There….

Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything. Be brave enough to dare to be loved. Be something more than man or woman. Be Ta….

Work accomplished means little. It is in the past. What we all want is the glorious and living present..

If people did not want their stories told, it would be better for them to keep away from me..

A man needs a purpose for real health..

The whole object of education is...to develop the mind. The mind should be a thing that works..

There is within every human being a deep well of thinking over which a heavy iron lid is kept clamped..

Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything..

The fools who write articles about me think that one morning I suddenly decided to write and began to produce masterpieces. There is no special trick….

The object of art is not to make salable pictures. It is to save yourself..