I imagine, joking apart, that to know love, one must make mistakes and then correct them.

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

By digging into our souls, we often dig up what might better have remained there unnoticed." Alexis Alexandrovich

Very often, all the activity of the human mind is directed not in revealing the truth, but in hiding the truth

Can it be that I have not lived as one ought?" suddenly came into his head. "But how not so, when I've done everything as it should be done?

A wound in the soul, coming from the rending of the spiritual body, strange as it may seem, gradually closes like a physical wound. And once a deep wound heals over and the edges seem to have knit, a wound in the soul, like a physical wound, can be healed only by the force of life pushing up from inside. This was the way Natasha's wound healed. She thought her life was over. But suddenly her love for her mother showed her that the essence of life - love - was still alive in her. Love awoke, and life awoke.

There can be only one permanent revolution- a moral one: the regeneration of the inner man.