We sit in the mud... and reach for the stars.
From Ivan Turgenev
Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?
A poet must be a psychologist, but a secret one: he should know and feel the roots of phenomena but present only the phenomena themselves in full bloom or as they fade away.
Whatever a person may pray for, that person prays for a miracle. Every prayer comes down to this - Almighty God, grant that two times two not equal four.
In the end, nature is inexorable: it has no reason to hurry and, sooner or later, it takes what belongs to it. Unconsciously and inflexibly obedient to its own laws, it doesn't know art, just as it doesn't know freedom, just as it doesn't know goodness.
Time sometimes flies like a bird, sometimes crawls like a snail; but a man is happiest when he does not even notice whether it passes swiftly or slowly.
Most people can't understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.
However much you knock at nature's door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
Women... can't live with 'em... can't shoot 'em.
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