Ivan Ilych's life had been most simple and most ordinary and therefore most terrible.
One can live magnificently in this world if one knows how to work and how to love.
And so the liberal tendency became a habit with Stepan Arkadyich, and he liked his newspaper, as he liked a cigar after dinner, for the slight haze it produced in his head.
How often we sin, how much we deceive, and all for what?... All will end in death, all!
Perhaps it's because I appreciate all I have so much that I don't worry about what I haven't got.
Friends we shall never be, you know that yourself. Whether we shall be the happiest or the wretchedest of people--that's in your hands.