Not death itself, but only the moral preparation for it, holds terrors.

Human beings yield in many situations, even important and spiritual and central ones, as long as it prolongs one's well-being.

When we feel that we are not sufficiently respected, we should ask ourselves whether we are living as we should.

A forest doesn't weep over one tree.

Woe to that nation whose literature is disturbed by the intervention of power. Because that is not just a violation against "freedom of print," it is the closing down of the heart of the nation, a slashing to pieces of its memory.

When I returned to Russia in 1994, the Western world and its states were practically being worshipped. Admittedly, this was caused not so much by real knowledge or a conscious choice, but by the natural disgust with the Bolshevik regime and its anti-Western propaganda.

Beat a dog once and you only have to show him the whip.