“Sentimental outbreaks are like liquorice; when first you suck it, it's not bad, but afterwards it leaves a very nasty taste in the mouth.”

“In the end, nature is inexorable: it has no reason to hurry and, sooner or later, it takes what belongs to it. Unconsciously and inflexibly obedient to its own laws, it doesn't know art, just as it doesn't know freedom, just as it doesn't know goodness.”

“In days of doubt, in days of dreary musings on my country's fate, you alone are my comfort and support, oh great, powerful, righteous, and free Russian language!”

“A poet must be a psychologist, but a secret one: he should know and feel the roots of phenomena but present only the phenomena themselves in full bloom or as they fade away.”

“To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.”

“Women... can't live with 'em... can't shoot 'em.”

“Time sometimes flies like a bird, sometimes crawls like a snail; but a man is happiest when he does not even notice whether it passes swiftly or slowly.”

“Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?”

“People without firmness of character love to make up a fate for themselves that relieves them of the necessity of having their own will and of taking responsibility for themselves. ”

“It's no good writing if God hasn't given you talent. People will just laugh.”

“And was it his destined part / Only one moment in his life / To be close to your heart?”