Suffering is the sole origin of consciousness.

The genuine realist, if he is an unbeliever, will always find strength and ability to disbelieve in the miraculous, and if he is confronted with a miracle as an irrefutable fact he would rather disbelieve his own senses than admit the miraculous also.

Just take a look around you: Blood is flowing in rivers and in such a jolly way you’d think it was champagne.

Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then... Well, then I woke up.

An artist must know the reality he is depicting in its minutest detail. In my opinion we have only one shining example of that - Count Leo Tolstoy.

Only to live, to live and live! Life, whatever it may be!

But to fall in love does not mean to love. One can fall in love and still hate.