I Have No Will Of My Own.

Love, Friendship And Respect Do Not Unite People As Much As Common Hatred For Something.

The More Simply We Look At Ticklish Questions, The More Placid Will Be Our Lives And Relationships.

In Short Stories It Is Better To Say Not Enough Than To Say Too Much, Because, Because--i Don't Know Why.

Useless Pursuits And Conversations Always About The Same Things Absorb The Better Part Of One's Time, The Better Part Of One's Strength, And In The End There Is Left A Life Grovelling And Curtailed, Worthless And Trivial, And There Is No Escaping Or Getting Away From It—just As Though One Were In A Madhouse Or Prison.

The Wealthy Are Always Surrounded By Hangers-on; Science And Art Are As Well.