The only absolute knowledge attainable by man is that life is meaningless.

Everything ends in death, everything. Death is terrible.

These prin­ciples laid down as in variable rules: that one must pay a card sharper, but need not pay a tailor; that one must never tell a lie to a man, but one may to a woman; that one must never cheat any one, but one may a husband; that one must never pardon an insult, but one may give one and so on. These principles were possibly not reasonable and not good, but they were of unfailing certainty, and so long as he adhered to them, Vronsky felt that his heart was at peace and he could hold his head up.

The question was a fashionable one, whether a definite line exists between psychological and physiological phenomena in human activity; and if so, where it lies?

The teaching of the church, theoretically astute, is a lie in practice and a compound of vulgar superstitions and sorcery.

Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.

It is no sin to look at a nice girl.