His cheeks, his eyes, his chest, his body, all of him was so well fed, so loathsome and repellent!
A good man’s indifference is as good as any religion.
Though my fortune is not large, yet I am in a position to support a beloved being and children at my side.
He had a shaggy black dog whom he called Syntax.
And therefore I should be very desirous to be united in the bonds of Hymen.
Free and profound thought, which strives towards the comprehension of life, and a complete scorn for the foolish vanity of the world – man has never known anything higher than these two blessings.
All these torments which the fish undergoes during the period of love are called “migration to death” in Russian, because they inevitably lead to death, and not a single one of the fish ever returns to the ocean – they all die in the rivers. “Irresistible bouts of erotic attraction leading to one’s demise,” says Middendorf.
True happiness is impossible without privacy. The fallen angel probably betrayed God because he wanted the privacy denied to an angel.
The humane studies of which you speak will only satisfy human thought when, as they advance, they meet the exact sciences and progress side by side with them. Whether they will meet under a new microscope, or in the new monologues of a new Hamlet, or in a new religion, I do not know, but I expect the Earth will be covered in a crust of ice before it comes to pass.
I don’t know what sadness, grief, or boredom is. Here I am not asleep; I suffer from sleeplessness, but I am not dull. I say it in earnest; I begin to feel perplexed.
The brother and sister talked till midnight without understanding each other.
It is true that, in poetizing love, we assume in those we love qualities that are lacking in them, and that is a source of continual mistakes and continual miseries for us. But to my thinking it is better, even so; that is, it is better to suffer than to find complacency on the basis of woman being woman and man being man.
I made my way to the house and was met by a fat dog with reddish hair that looked like a pig. It wanted to bark, but was too lazy.
There are a great many wicked people in the world,” said Emelyan.
He did nothing and knew how to do nothing. He.
When the geese have cackled they will be still again. First they cackle and then they stop.
What is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gilding?
What we have, we do not treasure,” and what’s more we do not even love it.
In the first place, the ideas of people who are not intellectually free are always in a muddle, and it’s extremely difficult to talk to them; and, secondly, they usually love no one, and have nothing to do with women, and their mysticism has an unpleasant effect on sensitive people. I.
It’s painful listening to the clowning of the unfortunate or the dying.