Author of quotes: Alexander Herzen

I don't know why I made things sadder and sadder; as if a dark cloud had risen from the depths of the soul; it was so hard for me that I cried, I cried bitterly... I have a father and a mother, but I am an orphan: I am alone in the whole white world, I feel with horror that I do not love anyone. It's scary! Whoever you look at, everyone loves someone; I'm all strangers - I want to love and I can't.

... she thought and dreamed, dreamed in order to ease her soul, and thought in order to understand her dreams.

A great sorrow to all of the taxonomists - all faces and boundaries of the conditional.

The subordination of the individual to society, people, humanity, the idea of the continuation of human sacrifice.

A real doctor, sir, must be a cook and a priest, and judge: all these posts apart - ridiculous, and connect them - and that will be something worthwhile, as long as people are skittish.

Note in passing pathological feature that people mostly take out much easier the real trouble than fantastic and this is because these troubles rarely hurt pride, and pride is the source of painful sufferings.

Cannibalism - a sad thing, but very rare, except Africa, and is executed continually throughout the educated world and all uneducated. In fact, if anything, still more reason to kill people in a frenzy of hunger in order to eat it than to kill it on a full stomach and to throw in a hole and pour in lime.

Act of passion, the fears, the prejudices, the habits, the ignorance, the fanaticism, the passion, and the mind is the other day as a quarterly after the event produces a result, makes an inventory and it still stops halfway: limited there - going, compulsory articles of law, then the danger is far away in the unknown road, just more laziness, what is happening, maybe the instinctive knowledge that will not help, that the whole work is reduced to pathological anatomy, but not for treatment!
From this laziness, and negligence we all wander in a sort of pleasant semi-darkness and die in the gloomy flickering. We are all very similar to the doctors of contentment knowing that they don't know what you're doing, but that the drugs are good.

We repeat one hundred years, two hundred years some of the nonsense and feel that something is amiss, and go past, with nedoluha terribly preoccupied with something else.

- All nonsense-with - justified Russian man, when he determined to justify the impossible.
- You must be a fool! - tells him that the powers that be.
Not to be smart, you need someone to be a "fool," answers he, if the propertied power without a fight.
Although, actually, the urgent extremes in the cold no, but perhaps you can accept this apology. Just why in turn, there is no clearly conscious of the needs of smart? Is it any wonder, then, that the world belongs to the "poor in spirit", where - as the majority here - like one for all.

Nothing could be more harmful to health as what you cannot take on someone a trouble - come here and look out.

Before leaving a buckle had come away from the suitcase. God, how funny is helpless our brother before a disaster... If I was between Racine and Schiller little teaching the awl and the needle would take so repaired, and then the comic despair and gloomy reasoning.

One nature is constantly beautiful because we look at it from a distance, with a noble distance; moreover, it is extraneous to us, and we do not store any bills, have no personalities, look at it as foreign and just don't see the outrages that we catch the eye in human faces and even in the animal having with our sister affinity.

To be out of sorts, bored, cranky can, when someone is that upset, is when someone entertains you, and to sit in the car and know that nobody cares anymore this that no one pays attention, it is beyond the power of men.