I suppose that in no educational institution can one become an educated person.

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.

But would you kindly ponder this question: What would your good do if evil didn't exist, and what would the earth look like if all the shadows disappeared? After all, shadows are cast by things and people. Here is the shadow of my sword. But shadows also come from trees and living beings. Do you want to strip the earth of all trees and living things just because of your fantasy of enjoying naked light? You're stupid.

No one's fate is of any interest to you except your own.

Remove the document—and you remove the man.

"We speak different languages, as usual," responded Woland, "but this does not change the things we speak about. Well?..."

He who never hurries is always on time.