We degrade God too much, ascribing to him our ideas, in vexation at being unable to understand Him.

Grown-up people do not know that a child can give exceedingly good advice even in the most difficult case.

God has such gladness every time he sees from heaven that a sinner is praying to Him with all his heart, as a mother has when she sees the first smile on her baby's face.

The Russian soul is a dark place.

A fool with a heart and no sense is just as unhappy as a fool with sense and no heart.

Don’t let us forget that the causes of human actions are usually immeasurably more complex and varied than our subsequent explanations of them.

The prince says that the world will be saved by beauty! And I maintain that the reason he has such playful ideas is that he is in love.

Why is it that when you awake to the world of realities you nearly always feel, sometimes very vividly, that the vanished dream has carried with it some enigma which you have failed to solve?

How can one deceive these dear little birds, when they look at one so sweetly and confidingly? I call them birds because there is nothing in the world better than birds!

Bah! You want to hear the vilest thing a man’s done and you want him to be a hero at the same time!

I don't like being with grown-up people. I've known that a long time. I don't like it because I don't know how to get on with them.

I believe that all things happen under the watchful eye of God and the lessons we learn along the way only serve to make us stronger.

On the Sivaratri day after performing the routine, the devotee shall go to the temple of Siva and perform worship.

It is noteworthy that at a time when every religious sanction of authority has vanished, we live in a very authoritarian epoch.

I like the Eiffel Tower in Las Vegas more than the actual one.

Tonight, the daughter of an immigrant from Italy has been chosen to run for vice president in the new land my father came to love.

All false art, all vain wisdom, lasts its time but finally destroys itself, and its highest culture is also the epoch of its decay.

Very few things in life are worthy of the kind of emotional distress we put ourselves through.

Moscow was, as some said, the most beautiful mistress a man could ever want, but never cross her: like any good woman, she might just cut off your balls for the hell of it.

When we live our lives authentically, we discover our true place in the world for the first time.

The man had arrived at that stage of drunkenness where affection is felt for the universe.