Shower on him every blessing, drown him in a sea of happiness, give him economic prosperity such that he should have nothing else to do but sleep, eat cakes, and busy himself with the continuation of the species, and even then, out of sheer ingratitude, sheer spite, man would play you some nasty trick.

To begin with unlimited freedom is to end with unlimited despotism.

This is my last message to you: in sorrow, seek happiness.

When he has lost all hope, all object in life, man becomes a monster in his misery.

Wealth is the number of things one can do without.

Ah, Misha, he has a stormy spirit. His mind is in bondage. He is haunted by a great, unsolved doubt. He is one of those who don't want millions, but an answer to their questions.

Who doesn't desire his fathers death?