I am very fond of the modest manner of life of those solitary owners of remote villages, who in Little Russia are commonly called "old-fashioned," who are like tumbledown picturesque little houses, delightful in their simplicity and complete unlikeness to the new smooth buildings whose walls have not yet been discolored by the rain, whose roofs are not yet covered with green lichen, and whose porch does not display its bricks through the peeling stucco.

I am who I am and that's who I am

Whatever you may say, the body depends on the soul.

The longer and more carefully we look at a funny story, the sadder it becomes.

Of course, Alexander the Great was a hero, but why smash the chairs?

We ought to thank God for that. Yes, the man who tills the land is more worthy of respect than any.

They don’t listen to me, they don’t hear me, they don’t see me.