On our earth we can only love withsuffering and through suffering.

Man has it all in his hands, and it all slips through his fingers from sheer cowardice.

The Russian soul is a dark place.

"I love mankind," he said, "but I find to my amazement that the more I love mankind as a whole, the less I love man in particular."

My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn't that enough for a whole lifetime?

Of course my jokes are in poor taste, inappropriate, and confused; they reveal my lack of security. But that is because I have no respect for myself.

We have all lost touch with life, we all limp, each to a greater or lesser degree.