So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me - a long, long road without a goal.

The people who bind themselves to systems are those who are unable to encompass the whole truth and try to catch it by the tail; a system is like the tail of truth, but truth is like a lizard; it leaves its tail in your fingers and runs away knowing full well that it will grow a new one in a twinkling.

There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.

What's important is that twice two is four and all the rest's nonsense.

It's all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.

Love isn't actually a feeling at all--it's an illness, a certain condition of body and soul.... Usually it takes possession of someone without his permission, all of a sudden, against his will--just like cholera or a fever.

I agree with no one's opinion. I have some of my own.