Rest, nature, books, music...such is my idea of happiness.

Ivan Ilych's life had been most simple and most ordinary and therefore most terrible.

The ideas of the wise have been tested by centuries. Everything medium is lost and only original, deep and useful things are left.

"A real work of art destroys, in the consciousness of the receiver, the separation between himself and the artist."

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

To get rid of an enemy one must love him.

He remembered his mother's love for him, and his family's, and his friends', and the enemy's intention to kill him seemed impossible.