Leonid Andreyev Quotes

Only the footsteps of the blind are short, but their thoughts are long.

The loss of reason seems to me honorable, like the death of a sentry at his post.

Men are always murderers, and their calmness and generosity is the calmness of a well-fed animal, that knows itself out of danger.

Thus will we deal with life, my little help-meet. Will we not, eh? What though it blink at us like an owl that is blinded by the sun, we will yet force it to smile.

Ah well, 'tis the way of the world -- births and deaths, births and deaths.

Wisdom and folly are equal before the face of Infinity, for Infinity knows them not.

To succeed in life one needs two things -- influence and a lucky star.

When a woman weeps, it is a man's shame.

Who strikes man with love -- God or the Devil?

The moon was so young, so strange, even as a young girl who is dreaming and is afraid to tell her dreams; and it was shining only for itself.

When a man has the rope about his neck, you don't ask him about his health!

Do you not see the hand of God, which gives harmony, light, and love to the world? Do not the mountains, in the blue cloud of incense, sing their hymn of glory?

Death augments distance and dulls the memory. Death reconciles.

What worse can happen to a man than to have been born? It's like asking a man who is drowning whether he is not afraid of getting wet.

The papers are full of murders -- strange murders. It is all nonsense that there are as many brains as there are men; mankind has only one intellect, and it is beginning to get muddled.

It's a powerful instrument, dynamite -- nothing like it for a convincing argument!

The only thing not worth destroying is science. That would be useless. Science is unchangeable, and if you destroyed it today, it would rise up again the same as before.

Man dies. Come from darkness, into darkness he returns, and is reabsorbed, without a trace left, into the illimitable void of time.

Only the dead know the truth.

Don't laugh at the voice of the stars. They are far away, their rays are light and pale, and we can barely see their sleeping shadows, but their sorcery is stern and dark.

Bread without love is like grass without salt -- the stomach may be filled, but it leaves a bad taste in the mouth.

There is no beast more cruel than man.

All perishes, all decays, all is born again.

Life seemed to him to be a narrow cage, and her iron bars were many and dense, and there was only one way out.