It's a lucky man, a very lucky man, who is committed to what he believes, who has stifled intellectual detachment and can relax in the luxury of his emotions - like a tipsy traveller resting for the night at wayside inn.

---

Two fixed ideas can no more exist together in the moral world than two bodies can occupy one and the same place in the physical world.

---

I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.

---

Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.

---

It's a lucky man who leaves early from life's banquet, before he's drained to the dregs his goblet - full of wine; yes, it's a lucky man who has not read life's novel to the end, but has been wise enough to part with it abruptly - like me with my Onegin.

---

My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you...

---

My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?

---

He filled a shelf with a small army of books and read and read; but none of it made sense. .. They were all subject to various cramping limitations: those of the past were outdated, and those of the present were obsessed with the past.

---

Dearer to me than a host of base truths is the illusion that exalts.

---

If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.

---