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

Faith is an aptitude of the spirit. It is, in fact, a talent: you must be born with it.

When performing an autopsy, even the most inveterate spiritualist would have to question where the soul is.

What truth? You see where truth is, and where untruth is, but I seem to have lost my sight and see nothing. You boldly settle all important questions, but tell me, dear, isn't it because you're young, because you haven't had time to suffer till you settled a single one of your questions? You boldly look forward, isn't it because you cannot foresee or expect anything terrible, because so far life has been hidden from your young eyes? You are bolder, more honest, deeper than we are, but think only, be just a little magnanimous, and have mercy on me.

But at the same time, in reality, what a difference there is between the world today, and what it used to be! And with the passage of more time, some two or three hundred years, say, people will look back at our own times with horror, or with sneering laughter, because all of our present day life will appear so clumsy, and burdensome, extraordinarily inept and strange. Yes, certainly, what a life it will be then, what a life!

Life has gone by as if I never lived

I'm the seagull. No, that's not it. I'm an actress. That's it.