Being in love doesn't mean loving.

Every ant knows the formula of its ant-hill, every bee knows the formula of its beehive. They know it in their own way, not in our way. Only humankind does not know its own formula.

Woe to the suicides! I believe that there can be none more miserable than they. Oh, there are some who remain proud and fierce even in hell, in spite of their certain knowledge and contemplation of the absolute truth; there are some fearful ones who have given themselves over to Satan and his proud spirit entirely. For such, hell is voluntary and ever consuming; they are tortured by their own choice. For they have cursed themselves, cursing God and life. And they will burn in the fire of their own wrath forever and yearn for death and annihilation. But they will not attain to death.

Oh I've plenty of time, my time is entirely my own.

What terrible tragedies realism inflicts on people.

If the person laughs well, they are a good person.

People with new ideas, people with the faintest capacity for saying something new, are extremely few in number, extraordinarily so, in fact.