He was a dreamer, a thinker, a speculative philosopher... or, as his wife would have it, an idiot.

He was a dreamer, a thinker, a speculative philosopher...or, as his wife would have it, an idiot.

And if they thought her aimless, if they thought her a bit mad, let them. It meant they left her alone. Marya was not aimless, anyway. She was thinking.

All are lunatics, but he who can analyze his delusions is called a philosopher.

He was happily married - but his wife wasn't.

The thinker dies, but his thoughts are beyond the reach of destruction. Men are mortal; but ideas are immortal.