I am dying. I haven't drunk champagne for a long time.

When performing an autopsy, even the most inveterate spiritualist would have to question where the soul is.

Lying is the same as alcoholism. Liars prevaricate even on their deathbeds.

To describe drunkenness for the colorful vocabulary is rather cynical. There is nothing easier than to capitalize on drunkards.

I have no faith in our hypocritical, false, hysterical, uneducated and lazy intelligentsia when they suffer and complain: their oppression comes from within. I believe in individual people. I see salvation in discrete individuals, intellectuals and peasants, strewn hither and yon throughout Russia. They have the strength, although there are few of them.

Common hypocrites pass themselves off as doves; political and literary hypocrites pose as eagles. But don't be fooled by their eagle-like appearance. These are not eagles, but rats or dogs.

There ought to be a man with a hammer behind the door of every happy man.