Every man's happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
a person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it
We sit in the mud... and reach for the stars.
Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.
In my case there was no first love. I began with the second.
Anyone who has crossed from the district of Bolkhov into that of Zhizdra will probably have been struck by the sharp difference between the natives of the provinces of Orel and Kaluga.