Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.

In every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it.

Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.

It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned.

And why is it, thought Lara, that my fate is to see everything and take it all so much to heart?

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

Oh, how one wishes sometimes to escape from the meaningless dullness of human eloquence, from all those sublime phrases, to take refuge in nature, apparently so inarticulate, or in the wordlessness of long, grinding labor, of sound sleep, of true music, or of a human understanding rendered speechless by emotion!