My holy of holies is the human body, health, intelligence, talent, inspiration, love, and absolute freedom--freedom from violence and falsehood, no matter how the last two manifest themselves.

Perhaps man has a hundred senses, and when he dies the five senses that we know perish with him, and the other ninety-five remain alive... Everything that is unattainable for us now will one day be near and clear... But we must work.

To judge between good or bad, between successful and unsuccessful would take the eye of a God.

Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.

In Russia there is no philosophy, but philosophize everything, even the small fry.

He is no longer a city dweller who has even once in his life caught a ruff or seen how, on clear and cool autumn days, flocks of migrating thrushes drift over a village. Until his death he will be drawn to freedom.

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