If everything on earth were rational, nothing would happen.

But twice-two-makes-four is for all that a most insupportable thing. Twice-two-makes-four is, in my humble opinion, nothing but a piece of impudence. Twice-two-makes-four is a farcical, dressed-up fellow who stands across your path with arms akimbo and spits at you.

Listen, in dreams and especially in nightmares, from indigestion or anything, a man sees sometimes such artistic visions, such complex and real actuality, such events, even a whole world of events, woven into such a plot, with such unexpected details from the most exalted matters to the last button on a cuff, as I swear Leo Tolstoy has never invented.

But what are years, what are months!" he would exclaim. "Why count the days, when even one day is enough for man to know all happiness.

A just cause is not ruined by a few mistakes.

The meanest and most hateful thing about money is that it even gives one talent.

It is man's unique privilege, among all other organisms. By pursuing falsehood you will arrive at the truth!