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

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.

It’s not God that I do not accept, you understand, it is this world of God’s, created by God, that I do not accept and cannot agree to accept.

If the spirit has passed through a great many sensations, possibly it can no longer be sated with them, but grows more excited, and demands more sensations, and stronger and stronger ones, until at length it falls exhausted.

Pass us by, and forgive us our happiness

If he's honest, he'll steal; if he's human, he'll murder; if he's faithful, he'll deceive.

We're always thinking of eternity as an idea that cannot be understood, something immense. But why must it be? What if, instead of all this, you suddenly find just a little room there, something like a village bath-house, grimy, and spiders in every corner, and that's all eternity is. Sometimes, you know, I can't help feeling that that's what it is.