Every blade of grass, every insect, ant, and golden bee, all so amazingly know their path, though they have not intelligence, they bear witness to the mystery of God and continually accomplish it themselves.

If there is no God, then I am God.

It is not the real punishment. The only effectual one, the only deterrent and softening one, lies in the recognition of sin by conscience.

If you happen to have a wart on your nose or forehead, you cannot help imagining that no one in the world has anything else to do but stare at your wart, laugh at it, and condemn you for it, even though you have discovered America.

I walked along Nevsky Avenue.Actually it was more torture, humiliation, and bilious irritation than a stroll.

I cannot truly imagine a truly great person who hasn't suffered.

It's the moon that makes it so still, weaving some mystery.