“Armastus teeb naise teravmeelseks, mehe aga võtab juhmiks.”

“Teadmine ei tee kunagi valu. Valu teeb vaid „enne“ ja „pärast“.”

“Aga nii see inimene on: hindab ainult seda, millest ilma jääb.”

“Kes suudab elada, ilma et unustaks? Aga kes suudab küllalt unustada? Mälestuste šlakk, mis südant rebestab. Alles siis, kui sul enam midagi ei ole, mille nimel elada, oled vaba.”

“I want that quiet rapture again. I want to feel the same powerful, nameless urge that I used to feel when I turned to my books. The breath of desire that then arose from the coloured backs of the books, shall fill me again, melt the heavy, dead lump of lead that lies somewhere in me and waken again the impatience of the future, the quick joy in the world of thought, it shall bring back again the lost eagerness of my youth. I sit and wait.”

“I love him, his shoulders, his angular, stooping figure – and at the same time I see behind him woods and stars, and a clear voice utters words that bring me peace, to me, a soldier in big boots, belt, and a knapsack, taking the road that lies before him under the high heaven, quickly forgetting and seldom sorrowful, for ever pressing on under the wide night sky.”

“The coffin, it shall protect me, though Death himself lies in it”