Can it be that I have not lived as one ought?" suddenly came into his head. "But how not so, when I've done everything as it should be done?

It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.

Art is not a handicraft, it is the transmission of feeling the artist has experienced.

Faith is the sense of life, that sense by virtue of which man does not destroy himself, but continues to live on. It is the force whereby we live.

Boredom: the desire for desires.

Without knowing what I am and why I am here, life is impossible.