The Universe has as many different centers as there are living beings in it.

I can say without affectation that I belong to the Russian convict world no less than I do to Russian literature. I got my education there, and it will last forever.

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.

As the fathers live, so the children play.

The fewer limitations the artist imposes on his work, the less chance he has for artistic success.

In all probability an outburst of desperation in the midst of general submissiveness will always help.

It is time in the West to defend not so much human rights as human obligations.