The tongue may hide the truth but the eyes—never!

There's only one degree of freshness — the first, which makes it also the last

The darkness that had come in from the Mediterranean covered the city so detested by the procurator.

I challenge you to a duel!” screamed the cat, sailing over their heads on the swinging chandelier.

The cat, covered in dust and standing on its hind legs, bowed to Margarita. Round its neck it was now wearing a made-up white bow tie on an elastic band, with a pair of ladies’ mother-of-pearl binoculars hanging on a cord. It had also gilded its whiskers.

But what can be done, the one who loves must share the fate of the who is loved.

You are not Dostoevsky,' said the woman... 'You never can tell...' he answered. 'Dostoevsky is dead,' the woman said, a bit uncertainly. 'I protest!' he said with heat, 'Dostoevsky is immortal!