Such power!" Adelaida cried all at once, peering greedily at the portrait over her sister's shoulder. "Where? What power?" Lizaveta Prokofyevna asked sharply. "Such beauty has power," Adelaida said hotly. "You can overturn the world with such beauty.

The man who has a conscience suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishment.

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

If there were no God, he would have to be invented.

The chief thing is to love others like yourself, that's the chief thing, and that's everything; nothing else is wanted - you will find out at once how to arrange it all.

That's always the way with fanatics; they cross themselves at the tavern and throw stones at the temple.

If man has one good memory to go by, that may be enough to save him.