I'm drunk but truthful.

What terrible tragedies realism inflicts on people.

There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words.

Reason and Knowledge have always played a secondary, subordinate, auxiliary role in the life of peoples, and this will always be the case. A people is shaped and driven forward by an entirely different kind of force, one which commands and coerces them and the origin of which is obscure and inexplicable despite the reality of its presence.

The Russian soul is a dark place.

They were renewed by love; the heart of each held infinite sources of life for the heart of the other.

. . . finally, I couldn't imagine how I could live without books, and I stopped dreaming about marrying that Chinese prince. . . .