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.

You and I, it's as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.

What you don't understand is that it is possible to be an atheist, it is possible not to know if God exists or why He should, and yet to believe that man does not live in a state of nature but in history, and that history as we know it now began with Christ, it was founded by Him on the Gospels.

Don't be upset. Don't listen to me. I only meant that I am jealous of a dark, unconscious element, something irrational, unfathomable. I am jealous of your toilet articles, of the drops of sweat on your skin, of the germs in the air you breathe which could get into your blood and poison you. And I am jealous of Komarovsky, as if he were an infectious disease. Someday he will take you away, just as certainly as death will someday separate us. I know this must seem obscure and confused, but I can't say it more clearly. I love you madly, irrationally, infinitely.

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.

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.

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