Pray to God for gladness. Be glad as children, as the birds of heaven. And let not the sin of men confound you in your doings. Fear not that it will wear away your work and hinder its being accomplished. Do not say, 'Sin is mighty, wickedness is mighty, evil environment is mighty, and we are lonely and helpless, and evil environment is wearing us away and hindering our good work from being done.' Fly from that dejection, children!

I sometimes think love consists precisely of the voluntary gift by the loved object of the right to tyrannize over it.

If God does not exist, then everything is permissible.

God is the pain of the fear of death

Man is stupid, phenomenally stupid.

At first, art imitates life. Then life will imitate art.Then life will find its very existence from the arts.

I walked along Nevsky Avenue.Actually it was more torture, humiliation, and bilious irritation than a stroll.