The question of how things will settle down is the only important question.

We call beauty that which supplies us with a particular pleasure.

In Varenka, she realized that one has but to forget oneself and love others, and one will be calm, happy, and noble.

Many families remain for years in the same place, though both husband and wife are sick of it, simply because there is neither complete division nor agreement between them.

The magnanimity and sensibility of a lady who faints when she sees a calf being killed: she is so kindhearted that she can't look at blood, but enjoys eating the calf served up with sauce.

History, that is to say, the unconscious, universal life of humanity, in the aggregate, every moment profits by the life of kings for itself, as an instrument for the accomplishment of its own ends.

It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.