There Is No One On Earth More

We Kill Everybody, My Dear. Some With Bullets, Some With Words, And Everybody With Our Deeds. We Drive People Into Their Graves, And Neither See It Nor Feel It.

What Can You Do By Killing? Nothing. You Kill One Dog, The Master Buys Another-that's All There Is To It.

You Must Write For Children The Same Way You Write For Adults, Only Better.

When The Life Is Monotonous , Even Grief Is A Welcome Event.

Our Most Merciless Enemy Is Our Past.