He had entered by then the broad, human path of inconsistencies.
Dark human shapes could be made out in the distance, flitting indistinctly against the gloomy border of the forest,
And a word carries far-very far-deals destruction through time as the bullets go flying through space.
Happiness happiness ... the flavor is with you-with you alone and you can make it as intoxicating as you please.
A work that aspires, however humbly, to the condition of art should carry its justification in every line...To snatch in a moment of courage, from the remorseless rush of time, a passing phase of life...
A caricature is putting the face of a joke on the body of a truth.
Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.
هیچ ترسی در برابر گرسنگی تاب نمیآورد، هیچ صبری آن را از بین نمیبرد، جایی هم که گرسنگی باشد، نفرت موج میزند.
The men, the women, the children; the old with the young, the decrepit with the lusty—all equal before sleep, death's brother.
Oh youth! The strength of it, the faith of it, the imagination of it!
Of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky—seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness.
Hot-tempered, but the sight of some nondescript and miry creature sitting cross-legged amongst a lot of loose straw, and swinging itself to and fro like a bear in a cage, made him pause. Then this tra...
Doomed to be the recipient of confidences...
You, too! it seemed to say, you, too, shall taste of that peace and that unrest in a searching intimacy with your own self - obscure as we were and as supreme in the face of all the winds andall the s...
You take a different view of your actions when you come to understand, when you are to understand every day that your existence is necessary - you see, absolutely necessary - to another person.
You revolutionists' the other continued, with leisurely self-confidence, 'are the slaves of the social convention, which is afraid of you; slaves of it as much as the very police that stands up in the...
We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness
We live in the flicker -- may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday.
Thinking is the great enemy of perfection. The habit of profound reflection, I am compelled to say, is the most pernicious of all the habits formed by the civilized man.
They were no colonists; their administration was merely a squeeze, and nothing more, I suspect. They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force - nothing to boast of, when you have it, si...