Yes, man is mortal, but that would be only half the trouble. The worst of it is that he's sometimes unexpectedly mortal—there's the trick!

Obedient to constraint, I was compelled to submit

the hope that there she would manage to regain her happiness made her fearless

Margarita was never short of money. She could buy whatever she liked. Her husband had plenty of interesting friends. Margarita never had to cook. Margarita knew nothing of the horrors of living in a shared flat. In short... was she happy? Not for a moment.

He who never hurries is always on time.

Once in 1919, when I was traveling at night by train, I wrote a short story. In the town where the train stopped, I took the story to the publisher of the newspaper who published the story.

Who ever told you there is no such thing in the world as real, true, everlasting love? May the liar have his despicable tongue cut out!