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 =

What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.

Farewell, my great one, my own, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep, dear river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to plunge into your cold waves.

Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don't love it sufficiently

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

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

Work is the order of the day, just as it was at one time, with our first starts and our best efforts. Do you remember? Therein lies its delight. It brings back the forgotten; one's stores of energy, seemingly exhausted, come back to life.