Time, as is well known, sometimes flies like a bird and sometimes crawls like a worm, but human beings are generally particularly happy when they don't notice whether it's passing quickly or slowly.

Every man's happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.

Oh, gentle feelings, soft sounds, the goodness and the gradual stilling of a soul that has been moved; the melting happiness of the first tender, touching joys of love- where are you?

To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.

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

We Russians have assigned ourselves no other task in life but the cultivation of our own personalities, and when we're barely past childhood, we set to work to cultivate them, those unfortunate personalities.

We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.