He was right in saying that the only certain happiness in life is to live for others.

...the more he did nothing, the less time he had to do anything.

Death is more certain than the morrow, than night following day, than winter following summer. Why is it then that we prepare for the night and for the winter time, but do not prepare for death. We must prepare for death. But there is only one way to prepare for death - and that is to live well.

All great literature is one of two stories; a man goes on a journey or a stranger comes to town.

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

If you make it a habit not to blame others, you will feel the growth of the ability to love in your soul, and you will see the growth of goodness in your life.

I'm getting old, that's the thing! What's in me now won't be there anymore.