I thought of my father and felt a deep sorrow that he should no longer be alive, and that I could not go to him and tell him that I had been awarded the Nobel Prize. I knew that no one would have been happier than he to hear this.
Anyone who has ever sat in a train as it rushes through a dark night will know that sometimes there are long minutes when the coaches slide smoothly along without so much as a shudder.
What would have become of me if no one had wanted to read my books? And don't forget all those who have written of me.
I had become shy of life's bustle in my solitary retreat and was apprehensive at the thought of facing the world.
For what is man's soul but a flame? It flickers in and around the body of a man as does the flame around the rough log.
There is so little that one can do for the dead!
It is often the case with the silent children about us, that they cherish a dream which they dare not talk about.
There is so much one would rather not believe until one has seen for oneself whether it is true.
There isn't much that tastes better than praise from those who are wise and capable.
it is not a good omen to meet a lot of cats when one sets out on a journey, so the Lieutenant spat three times for each cat, as his mother had taught him to do ...
A man may be outlawed for the sake of a fish net he has never seen.
Young horses who cannot bear the whip or spur find life hard. At every smart they start forward and rush to their destruction, and when the way is stony and difficult, they know no better expedient than to overturn the cart and gallop madly away.
He who is sorrowful can force himself to smile, but he who is glad cannot weep.
Women can do nothing that has permanence.
Never repeat a rumor before you have verified it. And if it is true, hold your tongue all the more.
What is so certain of victory as patience?
The ways of Providence cannot be reasoned out by the finite mind ... I cannot fathom them, yet seeking to know them is the most satisfying thing in all the world.
Here, no mercy is shown. One hates one's fellow man to the glory of God.
More die in flight than in battle.
If dead things love, if earth and water distinguish friends from enemies, I should like to possess their love. I should like the green earth not to feel my step as a heavy burden. I should like her to forgive that she for my sake is wounded by plough and harrow, and willingly to open for my dead body.
There is always a third possibility, as long as you have the ability to find it.
It is a strange thing to come home. While yet on the journey, you cannot at all realize how strange it will be.
For, so long as there are interesting books to read, it seems to me that neither I nor anyone else, for that matter, need be unhappy.
Strange, when you ask anyone's advice you see yourself what is right.
No one is able to enjoy such feast than the one who throws a party in his own mind.
Nothing on earth can make up for the loss of one who has loved you.