I can't understand how anyone can write without rewriting everything over and over again.

Can it be that I have not lived as one ought?" suddenly came into his head. "But how not so, when I've done everything as it should be done?

Doctoring her seemed to her as absurd as putting together the pieces of a broken vase. Her heart was broken. Why would they try to cure her with pills and powders?

What am I coming for?" he repeated, looking straight into her eyes. "You know that I have come to be where you are," he said; "I can't help it.

It will pass, it will all pass, we're going to be so happy! If our love could grow any stronger it would grow stronger because there is something horrifying in it.

All violence consists in some people forcing others, under threat of suffering or death, to do what they do not want to do.

War is not a polite recreation but the vilest thing in life, and we ought to understand that and not play at war.