What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.

The one who is happy, that's the one who is right.

And the light by which she had read the book filled with troubles, falsehoods, sorrow, and evil, flared up more brightly than ever before, lighted up for her all that had been in darkness, flickered, began to grow dim, and was quenched forever.

He felt that he was himself and did not wish to be anyone else. He only wished now to be better than he had been formerly

One of the most obtuse superstitions is the superstition of the scientists who say that man can exist without faith.

But the law of loving others could not be discovered by reason, because it is unreasonable.

When you understand that you will die to-morrow, if not to-day, and nothing will be left, then everything is so unimportant!... So one goes on living, amusing oneself with hunting, with work - anything so as not think of death