All of us are pilgrims on this earth. I have even heard it said that the earth itself is a pilgrim in the heavens.
In the monotony of everyday existence grief comes as a holiday, and a fire is an entertainment. A scratch embellishes an empty face.
We people at the bottom feel everything; but it is hard for us to speak out our hearts. our thoughts float about in us. we are ashamed because, although we understand, we are not able to express them;...
They destroy lives with work. What for? They rob men of their lives. What for, I ask? My master—I lost my life in the textile mill of Nefidov—my master presented one prima donna with a golden wash bas...
And this was the end of my first friendship with one of that innumerable company of people who are foreigners in their own country, but who are in reality its finest sons....
Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is.
Every new time will give its law.
Only mothers can think of the future - because they give birth to it in their children.
An artist is a man who digests his own subjective impressions and knows how to find a general objective meaning in them, and how to express them in a convincing form.
Remembrance of the past kills all present energy and deadens all hope for the future
لقد ذقت الهوان حتى لم يعد الهوان يثير حنقي ، أهناك فوق سطلح الأرض امرؤٌ لم يُذَلّ ؟
To an old man any place that's warm is homeland.
Our existence has always and everywhere been tragic, but man has converted these numberless tragedies into works of art. I know of nothing more astonishing or more wonderful than this transformation.
The poor people are stupid from poverty, and the rich from greed.
من الكذب ما يبعث في النفس العزاء، ما يجعل اﻹنسان يقنع بنصيبه في الحياة. الكذب يبحث عن عذر لكسر ذراع العامل. الكذب يلوم الرجل على موته جوعا.
All parents wash away their sins with their tears; you are not the only one.
The more a human creature has tasted of bitter things the more it hungers after the sweet things of life. And we, wrapped round in rags of our virtues, and regarding others through the mist of our sel...
In recalling my childhood I like to picture myself as a beehive to which various simple obscure people brought the honey of their knowledge and thoughts on life, generously enriching my character with...
Much later I realized that Russian people, because of the poverty and squalor of their lives, love to amuse themselves with sorrow--to play with it like children, and are seldom ashamed of being unhap...
الفقر والجوع والمرض .. هذا ما يربحه الناس من عملهم . كل شيء يقف ضدنا ، ويوما بعد يوم نغرق في العمل طوال حياتنا ، نغرق في الوحل والخديعة ، في حين يتخم الآخروة .. ويتمتعون على حساب شقائنا وبؤسنا، ويسبقو...
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