In Russia there is no philosophy, but philosophize everything, even the small fry.
The University brings out all abilities, including incapability.
Not everyone knows how to be silent or to leave in good time. It happens that even people of good breeding fail to notice that their presence provokes in the weary or preoccupied host a feeling akin to hatred, and that this feeling is tensely concealed and covered up with lies.
Love, respect, and friendship do unite a people as well as a common hatred does.
An artist observes, selects, guesses, and synthesizes.
What must human beings be, to destroy what they can never create?