He Who Demands Little Gets It.

A Good Novel Cannot Be Too Long Or A Bad Novel Too Short.

The Hardest Thing For Me Is The Sense Of Impermanence. All Passes; Nothing Returns.

No, One Couldn't Make A Revolution, One Couldn't Even Start A Riot, With Sheep That Asked Only For Better Browsing.

My First Reading Of Tolstoy Affected Me As A Revelation From Heaven, As The Trumpet Of The Judgment. What He Made Me Feel Was Notthe Desire To Imitate, But The Conviction That Imitation Was Futile.

Moderation Has Never Yet Engineered An Explosion