It is time for writers to admit that nothing in this world makes sense. Only fools and charlatans think they know and understand everything. The stupider they are, the wider they conceive their horizons to be. And if an artist decides to declare that he understands nothing of what he sees - this in itself constitutes a considerable clarity in the realm of thought, and a great step forward.

What must human beings be, to destroy what they can never create?

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.

He always seemed to women different from what he was, and they loved in him not himself, but the man created by their imagination, whom they had been eagerly seeking all their lives; and afterwards, when they noticed their mistake, they loved him all the same.

One must be a god to be able to tell successes from failures without making a mistake.

They say philosophers and wise men are indifferent. Wrong. Indifference is a paralysis of the soul, a premature death.

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