Even in Siberia there is happiness.
I promise to be a splendid husband, but give me a wife who, like the moon, won't in my sky every day...
If I had listened to the critics I'd have died drunk in the gutter
The illusion which exalts us is dearer to us than ten thousand truths.
Do you see that tree? It is dead but it still sways in the wind with the others. I think it would be like that with me. That if I died I would still be part of life in one way or another.
Our pride and self-importance are European, while our development and actions are Asiatic.