And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it without a ripple, is genuine life, and that an unshared happiness is not happiness.

We must discover security within ourselves.

He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.

But the division in him was a sorrow and a torment, and he became accustomed to it only as one gets used to an unhealed and frequently reopened wound.

I used to be very revolutionary, but now I think that nothing can be gained by brute force. People must be drawn to good by goodness.

But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?

But who are we, where do we come from When all those years Nothing but idle talk is left And we are nowhere in the world?" = MEETING =