Death’s an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
I agree with no one’s opinion. I have some of my own.
People without firmness of character love to make up a fate for themselves; that relieves them of the necessity of having their own will and of taking responsibility for themselves.
Circumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.
There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.
Whatever a person may pray for, that person prays for a miracle. Every prayer comes down to this – Almighty God, grant that two times two not equal four.
However much you knock at nature’s door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
Nature creates while destroying, and doesn’t care whether it creates or destroys as long as life isn’t extinguished, as long as death doesn’t lose its rights.
One may speak about anything on earth with fire, with enthusiasm, with ecstasy, but one only speaks about oneself with avidity.
Most people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
In the end, nature is inexorable: it has no reason to hurry and, sooner or later, it takes what belongs to it. Unconsciously and inflexibly obedient to its own laws, it doesn’t know art, just as it doesn’t know freedom, just as it doesn’t know goodness.
Women… can’t live with ’em… can’t shoot ’em.
The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?
In days of doubt, in days of dreary musings on my country’s fate, you alone are my comfort and support, oh great, powerful, righteous, and free Russian language!