Trifles, trifles are what matter!

Ah, Misha, he has a stormy spirit. His mind is in bondage. He is haunted by a great, unsolved doubt. He is one of those who don't want millions, but an answer to their questions.

It's the moon that makes it so still, weaving some mystery.

And though I suffer for you, yet it eases my heart to suffer for you.

If you wish to glimpse inside a human soul and get to know a man ... just watch him laugh. If he laughs well, he's a good man.

Love every leaf, every ray of light. Love the animals, love the plants, love each separate thing. Loving all, you will perceive the mystery of God in all.

A just cause is not ruined by a few mistakes.