At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.

Gregariousness is always the refuge of mediocrities, whether they swear by Soloviev or Kant or Marx. Only individuals seek the truth, and they shun those whose sole concern is not the truth.

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.

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.

I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.

Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.

At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.