Book: And didn't say a single word

It would be good to meet you again in another life, where I could love you, love you just as now, without marrying you. Happy are those who did not love each other when they married. It's terrible to love each other and get married.

I will become the same as these beggarly women, whom I was afraid of in childhood, the same as these hoarse women, embraced by a wild horror of life. Once I despised these women - God forgive me.

Poverty makes me sick.

The narrowest, narrowest road we know is the knife-edge road, and it seems to me that you are walking on it...

There is no cure for poverty.

I could not calmly see how a person was beaten or mocked, and I interceded not out of compassion for people and certainly not out of love for my neighbor, but simply because I can’t stand it.