Remembrance of the past kills all present energy and deadens all hope for the future

We kill everybody, my dear. Some with bullets, some with words, and everybody with our deeds. We drive people into their graves, and neither see it nor feel it.

When one loves somebody, everything is clear - where to go, what to do - it all takes care of itself and one doesn't have to ask anybody about anything.

Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is.

Truth doesn't always heal a wounded soul.

But I'm not to be caught with such poor bait! I'm a big fish, I am.

If it is true that only misfortune can awaken a man's soul, it is a bitter truth, one that is hard to hear and accept, and it is only natural that many people deny it and say it is better for a man to live on in a trance than to wake up to torture.