One can no more approach people without love than one can approach bees without care. Such is the quality of bees.

One can live magnificently in this world if one knows how to work and how to love.

There is no genius where there is not simplicity.

After the doctor's departure Koznyshev felt inclined to go to the river with his fishing rod. He was fond of angling, and seemed proud of being able to like such a stupid occupation.

The more is given the less the people will work for themselves, and the less they work the more their poverty will increase.

Her face was brilliant and glowing; but this glow was not one of brightness; it suggested the fearful glow of a conflagration in the midst of a dark night.

And not only the pride of intellect, but the stupidity of intellect. And, above all, the dishonesty, yes, the dishonesty of intellect. Yes, indeed, the dishonesty and trickery of intellect.