The past was a dream wasn't it? And who ever remembers dreams?

Most people can't understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.

Love, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.

I must say, though, that a man who has staked his whole life on the card of a woman's love and who, when that card is trumped, falls to pieces and lets himself go to the dogs -- a fellow like that is not a man, not a male. You say he's unhappy -- you know best. But all the nonsense hasn't been taken out of him yet. I'm sure he really believes he's a smart fellow just because he reads that rag Galignani and saves a muzhik from a flogging once a month.

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

Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.

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.