Wise is the man who does not disdain any character and instead, examining him with a searching look, plumbs him to the very main-springs of his being.
Russia! Russia... Everything in you is open, desolate and level; your squat towns barely protrude in the midst of the plains like dots, like counters; there is nothing to tempt or enchant the onlooker's gaze. But what is this inscrutable, mysterious force that draws me to you?
There are certain words which are nearer and dearer to a man than any others.
Countless as the sands of sea are human passions, and not all of them are alike, and all of them, base and noble alike, are at first obedient to man and only later on become his terrible masters.
It is no use to blame the looking glass if your face is awry.
They're thinking of turning the peasant into an educated man. Why, first of all they should make him a good and prosperous farmer and then he'll learn all that is necessary for him to know.
I shall laugh my bitter laugh.
But wise is the man who disdains no character, but with searching glance explores him to the root and cause of all.
Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven, some radiant joy will gaily flash past.
Everything resembles the truth, everything can happen to a man.
Go along, go along quickly, and set all you have on the table for us. We don't want doughnuts, honey buns, poppy cakes, and other dainties; bring us a whole sheep, serve a goat and forty-year old mead! And plenty of vodka, not vodka with all sorts of fancies, not with raisins and flavorings, but pure foaming vodka, that hisses and bubbles like mad.
Whatever you may say, the body depends on the soul.
In the end dreams became his life, and his whole life thereafter took a strange turn: one might say he slept while waking and watched while asleep.
The experience of ages has shown that a man who works on the land is purer, nobler, higher, and more moral... Agriculture should be at the basis of everything. That's my idea.
There are passions that it is not for man to choose.
However stupid a fools words may be, they are sometimes enough to confound an intelligent man.
But there is nothing enduring in the world, and therefore even joy in the second minute is already not as acute as in the first; in the third minute it becomes still weaker and finally merges unnoticeably with the usual condition of the soul, as a circle on the water, caused by the fall of a pebble, finally merges with the smooth surface.
Perfect nonsense goes on in the world. Sometimes there is no plausibility at all
There are people who exist in this world not like entities but like the speckles or spots on something.
I am who I am and that's who I am
You can't imagine how stupid the whole world has grown nowadays.
...nothing could be more pleasant than to live in solitude, enjoy the spectacle of nature, and occasionally read some book... ...
A word aptly uttered or written cannot be cut away by an axe.
The longer and more carefully we look at a funny story, the sadder it becomes.
There are occasions when a woman, no matter how weak and impotent in character she may be in comparison with a man, will yet suddenly become not only harder than any man, but even harder than anything and everything in the world.
The more destruction there is everywhere, the more it shows the activity of town authorities.
There exists a kind of laughter which is worthy to be ranked with the higher lyric emotions and is infinitely different from the twitching of a mean merrymaker.
Two turtle doves will show thee Where my cold ashes lie And sadly murmuring tell thee How in tears I did die
A time of famine and poverty will come and the people as a whole as well as every individual in it will suffer.
Keep not money, but keep good people's company.
It's the most righteous, which of course is not the same thing as the most profitable.
The Lord grant we may all be tillers of the soil.
We ought to thank God for that. Yes, the man who tills the land is more worthy of respect than any.
Don't blame the mirror if your face is faulty.
As you pass from the tender years of youth into harsh and embittered manhood, make sure you take with you on your journey all the human emotions! Don't leave them on the road, for you will not pick them up afterwards!
I am fated to journey hand in hand with my strange heroes and to survey the surging immensity of life, to survey it through the laughter that all can see and through the tears unseen and unknown by anyone.
I saw that I'd get nowhere on the straight path, and that to go crookedly was straighter.
Man is such a wondrous being that it is never possible to count up all his merits at once. The more you study him, the more new particulars appear, and their description would be endless.
We have the marvelous gift of making everything insignificant.
Always think of what is useful and not what is beautiful. Beauty will come of its own accord.