Creativity is the supreme mystery of life, the mystery of the appearance of something new, hitherto unknown, derived from nothing, proceeding from nothing, born of nothing other.

The Russian yearning for the meaning of life is the major theme of our literature, and this is the real point of our intelligentsia's existence.

The will to originality is not the will to be peculiar and unlike anybody else; it means the desire to derive one's consciousness from its primary source.

The bourgeois takes economic power very seriously, and often worships it quite unselfishly.

Death, that final evil, is one of the paths to eternity. Endless life in the conditions of our existence would be a nightmare.

We are standing on the threshold of a world-epoch of religious creativeness, on a cosmic divide.

Creative experience foreshadows a new Heaven and a new Earth.