I am crazy about mysterious things.

Love life more than the meaning of it?

And in fact you're not like everyone else: you weren't ashamed just now to confess bad and even ridiculous things about yourself. Who would confess such things nowadays? No one, and people have even stopped feeling any need for self-judgment.

Reason and Knowledge have always played a secondary, subordinate, auxiliary role in the life of peoples, and this will always be the case. A people is shaped and driven forward by an entirely different kind of force, one which commands and coerces them and the origin of which is obscure and inexplicable despite the reality of its presence.

It is easier for a Russian to become an atheist than for anyone else in the world.

Life is what matters, life alone - the continuous, eternal process of discovering life - and not the discovery itself.

To be acutely conscious is a disease, a real, honest-to-goodness disease.