Our Envy Of Others Devours Us Most

If... If... We Didn't Love Freedom Enough. And Even More - We Had No Awareness Of The Real Situation. We Spent Ourselves In One Unrestrained Outburst In 1917, And Then We Hurried To Submit. We Submitted With Pleasure! ........... We Purely And Simply Deserved Everything That Happened Afterward.

Generosity Is A Two-edged Virtue For An Artist - It Nourishes His Imagination But Has A Fatal Effect On His Routine.

I Cannot Suggest Political Ways Out, That Is The Task Of Politicians, So It Is Simply That Those Who Accuse Me Of This Do Not Know How To Read.

I Refuse To See Literature As Amusement, As A Game. I Think That You Ought Not To Approach Literature Without A Moral Responsibility For Every Word You Write.

[he] Understood The People In A New Way...the People Is Not Everyone Who Speaks Our Language, Nor Yet The Elect Marked By The Fiery Stamp Of Genius. Not By Birth, Not By The Work Of One's Hands, Not By The Wings Of Education Is One Elected Into The People. But By One's Inner Self. Everyone Forges His Inner Self Year After Year. One Must Try To Temper, To Cut, To Polish One's Soul So As To Become A Human Being. And Thereby Become A Tiny Particle Of One's Own People.