One can fall in love and still hate.

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.

I've long stopped worrying about who invented whom - God man or man God.

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

The cleverest of all, in my opinion, is the man who calls himself a fool at least once a month.

Brother, I’m not depressed and haven’t lost spirit. Life everywhere is life, life is in ourselves and not in the external. There will be people near me, and to be a human being among human beings, and remain one forever, no matter what misfortunes befall, not to become depressed, and not to falter – this is what life is, herein lies its task.

Inventors and geniuses have almost always been looked on as no better than fools at the beginning of their career, and very frequently at the end of it also.