God Became Man, Granted. The

If A Writer Wrote Merely For His Time, I Would Have To Break My Pen And Throw It Away.

There Are No Trifles In The Human Story, No Trifling Leaves On The Tree.

Change Your Opinions, Keep To Your Principles; Change Your Leaves, Keep Intact Your Roots.

I'd Like A Drink. I Desire To Forget Life. Life Is A Hideous Invention By Somebody I Don't Know. It Doesn't Last, And It's Good For Nothing. You Break Your Neck Simply Living.

People Generally Will Soon Understand That Writers Should Be Judged, Not According To Rules And Species, Which Are Contrary To Nature And Art, But According To The Immutable Principles Of The Art Of Composition, And The Special Laws Of Their Individual Temperaments.