Only one who loves can remember so well.

I was so drunk the whole time that I took bottles for girls and girls for bottles.

We learn about life not from plusses alone, but from minuses as well.

The unhappy are egotistical, base, unjust, cruel, and even less capable of understanding one another than are idiots. Unhappinessdoes not unite people, but separates them.

A writer should not so much write as embroider on paper; the work should be painstaking, laborious.

I've been reading reviews of my stories for twenty-five years, and can't remember a single useful point in any of them, or the slightest good advice. The only reviewer who ever made an impression on me was Skabichevsky, who prophesied that I would die drunk in the bottom of a ditch.

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