What men call civilization is the condition of present customs; what they call barbarism, the condition of past ones.

To accomplish great things, we must not only act but also dream, not only plan, but also believe!

Until one has loved an animal a part of one's soul remains unawakened.

If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.

In its majestic equality, the law forbids rich and poor alike to sleep under bridges, beg in the streets and steal loaves of bread.

To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe.

When a thing has been said and well, have no scruple. Take it and copy it.

Stupidity is far more dangerous than evil, for evil takes a break from time to time, stupidity does not.

Chance is perhaps the pseudonym of God when he did not want to sign.

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

Religion has done love a great service by making it a sin.

Fine is the line between vengeance and justice. Blur it and you become no better than him.

Listening to medical facts was not enough. People wanted one hundred percent guarantees.

What you encounter at your destination once you get there depends on the quality of this one step. Another way of putting it: What the future holds for you depends on your state of consciousness now.

The best performance improvement is the transition from the nonworking state to the working state.

We found ourselves wanting to hurry time along, which was not in the long run good for our health. Everybody was trapped in this contradiction but nobody ever dared to articulate it.

With one hand I take thousands of rubles from the poor, and with the other I hand back a few kopecks.

When I exhale, I just turn right into Louie Anderson.

All through my comics career, I was always trying to reinvent the form.

He who, in an enlightened and literary society, aspires to be a great poet, must first become a little child.

Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.