We must discover security within ourselves.

They loved each other, not driven by necessity, by the "blaze of passion" often falsely ascribed to love. They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees and the clouds and the sky over their heads and the earth under their feet.

Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.

He realised, more vividly than ever before, that art had two constant, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating upon death and it is always thereby creating life.

Mother Russia is on the move, she can't stand still, she's restless and can't find rest, she's talking and she can't stop.

As far as modern writing is concerned, it is rarely rewarding to translate it, although it might be easy. Translation is very much like copying paintings.

Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.