..when one has no real life, one lives by mirages. It's still better than nothing.

In Moscow you sit in a huge room at a restaurant; you know no one and no one knows you, and at the same time you don't feel a stranger. But here you know everyone and everyone knows you, and yet you are a stranger - a stranger... A stranger, and lonely...

Fine. Since the tea is not forthcoming, let's have a philosophical conversation.

Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.

In descriptions of nature one must seize on small details, grouping them so that when the reader closes his eyes he gets a picture.

Our pride and self-importance are European, while our development and actions are Asiatic.

To live simply to die is by no means amusing, but to live with the knowledge that you will die before your time, that's really is idiotic