A person loves to talk about his illnesses although that is the least interesting part of his life.

Time will pass, and we shall go away for ever, and we shall be forgotten, our faces will be forgotten, our voices, and how many there were of us; but our sufferings will pass into joy for those who will live after us, happiness and peace will be established upon earth, and they will remember kindly and bless those who have lived before.

To believe in God is not hard. Inquisitors, Byron and Arakcheev believed in Him. No, believe in man!

What a fine weather today! Can’t choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself.

I think human beings must have faith or must look for faith, otherwise our life is empty, empty. To live and not to know why the cranes fly, why children are born, why there are stars in the sky. You must know why you are alive, or else everything is nonsense, just blowing in the wind.

In nature a repulsive caterpillar turns into a lovely butterfly. But with human beings it is the other way round: a lovely butterfly turns into a repulsive caterpillar.

Nothing better forges a bond of love, friendship or respect than common hatred toward something.