There are things which a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things stored away in his mind.

For I love the empress of my soul. I love and I cannot but love. You yourself see the whole of me. I shall fly to her, fall down before her: you were right to walk past me.. farewell and forget your victim, never trouble yourself more!

The Russian soul is a dark place.

Whatever distinguishes one lump of flesh from another when we're alive, we're all the same once we're dead. Just used-up shells.

The degree of civilization in a society can be judged by entering its prisons.

She looked much younger than her age, indeed, which is almost always the case with women who retain serenity of spirit, sensitiveness and pure sincere warmth of heart to old age.

Can a man possessing conciousness ever really respect himself?