They've got no idea what happiness is, they don't know that without this love there is no happiness or unhappiness for us--there is no life.

But that's just the aim of civilization - to make everything a source of enjoyment.

But she did not take her eyes from the wheels of the second car. And exactly at the moment when the midpoint between the wheels drew level with her, she threw away the red bag, and drawing her head back into her shoulders, fell on her hands under the car, and with a light movement, as though she would rise immediately, dropped on her knees. And at the instant she was terror-stricken at what she was doing. 'Where am I? What am I doing? What for?' She tried to get up, to throw herself back; but something huge and merciless struck her on the head and dragged her down on her back.

All the true heroes of history will be forgotten and all the villains will be remembered as heroes.

When politics and home life have become one and the same thing, [...] then,[...] it is evident that we will be in a state of total liberty or anarchy.

He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.

Beautiful as seemed mama's face, it became more lovely when she smiled and seemed to enliven everything about her.