Dear and most respected bookcase! I welcome your existence, which has for over one hundred years been devoted to the radiant ideals of goodness and justice.

I was oppressed with a sense of vague discontent and dissatisfaction with my own life, which was passing so quickly and uninterestingly, and I kept thinking it would be a good thing if I could tear my heart out of my breast, that heart which had grown so weary of life.

The sea has neither meaning nor pity.

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

There isn't a Monday that would not cede its place to Tuesday.

A fiancé is neither this nor that: he's left one shore, but not yet reached the other.

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