My wish for you... is that your skeptic-eclectic brain be flooded with the light of truth.

If someone asked you, why not help him out?

Pride grows in the human heart like lard on a pig.

Who has the skill to make a narrow, obstinate human being aware of others' far-off grief and joy, to make him understand dimensions and delusions he himself has never lived through? Propaganda, coercion, and scientific proofs are powerless. But happily, in our world there is a way. It is art, and it is literature.

One should never direct people towards happiness, because happiness too is an idol of the market-place. One should direct them towards mutual affection. A beast gnawing at its prey can be happy too, but only human beings can feel affection for each other, and this is the highest achievement they can aspire to.

As for Europe, its claims towards Russia are fairly transparently based on fears about energy, unjustified fears at that.

Surely people should eventually cease to be surprised at anything? And yet they continue to be.