...suffering and freedom have their limits...those limits are very near together.

Life is a dream, death is an awakening.

Женитьба… так нечаянно, и разочарование, и запах изо рта жены, и чувственность, притворство! И эта мертвая служба, и эти заботы о деньгах, и так год, и два, и десять, и двадцать – и все то же. И что дальше, то мертвее. Точно равномерно я шел под гору, воображая, что иду на гору. Так и было. В общественном мнении я шел на гору, и ровно настолько из-под меня уходила жизнь… И вот готово, умирай!

Chance created the situation; genius made use of it.

There are two sides to the life of every man: there is his individual existence which is free in proportion as his interests are abstract; and his elemental life as a unit in the human swarm, in which he must inevitably obey the laws laid down for him.

Man lives consciously for himself but unconsciously he serves as an instrument for the accomplishment of historical and social ends.

Man is created for happiness, that happiness lies in himself, in the satisfaction of simple human needs; and that all unhappiness is due, not to privation but to superfluity.