...it all, maybe, most likely, indeed, might turn out for the best.

Faith does not, in the realist, spring from the miracle but the miracle from faith. If the realist once believes, then he is bound by his very realism to admit the miraculous also.

If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery of things.

There are three forces, the only three forces capable of conquering and enslaving forever the conscience of these weak rebels in the interests of their own happiness. They are: the miracle, the mystery and authority.

It seems, in fact, as though the second half of a man's life is made up of nothing, but the habits he has accumulated during the first half.

I tell you solemnly, that I have many times tried to become an insect. But I was not equal even to that. I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness — a real thorough-going illness.

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