I am sufficiently proud of my knowing something to be modest about my not knowing all.

Solitude was corrupting me.

Non-Russian readers do not realize two things: that not all Russians love Dostoievsky as much as Americans do, and that most of those Russians who do, venerate him as a mystic and not as an artist.

for better or worse, it is the commentator who has the last word.

Who can say what heartbreaks are caused in a dog by our discontinuing a romp?

We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless.

But in my arms she was always Lolita.