The inner world: those spiritual apartments to which we are reluctant to admit strangers.

We comes from God, I from the Devil.

The lilac branches are bowed under the weight of the flowers: blooming is hard, and the most important thing is - to bloom. (“A Story About The Most Important Thing”)

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

Heretics are the only bitter remedy against the entropy of human thought.

True literature can exist only where it is created, not by diligent and trustworthy functionaries, but by madmen, hermits, heretics, dreamers, rebels, and skeptics.

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.

Those two, in paradise, were given a choice: happiness without freedom, or freedom without happiness. There was no third alternative.

Literature is painting, architecture, and music.

There is no final one; revolutions are infinite.

We need writers who fear nothing. ("Our Goal")

You really don't have to subscribe to the life that had been written for you.

Her name was Mora ... and she was waiting.

Pray hardest when it is hardest to pray.

Religion is doing; a man does not merely think his religion or feel it, he 'lives' his religion as much as he is able, otherwise it is not religion but fantasy or philosophy.

What gets me excited is the original principle.

Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you're already in heaven now.

Without style, there can be no identity.

I am very traditional, and I am the disciplinarian.

I honestly don't even really want to think about it [if Donald Trump wins]; I'd rather focus on how wonderful Hillary Clinton is.

But virtue never will be mov'd, Though lewdness court it in a shape of heaven.