The nights were long, like the braids of a pretty girl, and the days were short, like a girl's sense. ("The North")

Revolution is everywhere, in everything. It is infinite. There is no final revolution, no final number. The social revolution is only one of an infinite number of numbers: the law of revolution is not a social law, but an immeasurably greater one. It is a cosmic, universal law - like the laws of the conservation of energy and of the dissipation of energy (entropy).

Love and hunger rule the world. Ergo, to rule the world, one must master love and hunger.

The only means of ridding man of crime is ridding him of freedom.

A man is like a novel: until the very last page you don't know how it will end. Otherwise it wouldn't be worth reading.

When we remove the snowdrift piled up over Chekhov in recent years, we uncover a man profoundly agitated by social problems; a writer whose social ideals are the same as those we live by; a philosophy of the divinity of man, of fervent faith in man - the faith that moves mountains.

Along the blade of a knife lies the path of paradox—the single most worthy path of the fearless mind . . . .