Author of quotes: Leonid Nikolaevich Andreev

Earthly justice is often powerless, - I exclaimed, - but I beg heavenly justice, I beg fair life, which never forgives, I beg all the higher laws under whose authority man lives - may the guilty person not escape the merciless punishment he deserves! Kara!

Even the smallest share of power easily turns undeveloped heads.

But do godly people know how to distinguish the false from the real? Only scammers can do this.

They always love their teacher, but more dead than alive. When the teacher is alive, he can ask them a lesson, and then they will feel bad. And when the teacher dies, they themselves become teachers, and it is already bad for others! Heh!

While his lively and cunning eye was moving, Judas seemed simple and kind, but when both eyes stopped motionless and the skin on his bulging forehead gathered into old bumps and folds, there was a painful guess about some very special thoughts tossing and turning under this skull. They were completely alien, very special, they had no language at all, they surrounded the pondering Iscariot with a deaf silence of secrets, and I wanted him to speak, move, even lie as soon as possible. For the very lie spoken in human language seemed to be truth and light in front of this hopelessly deaf and unresponsive silence.

This morning you called me a thief. Tonight you call me: brother. What will you call me tomorrow?

He was silent, staring at the ceiling in one long noticed the spot and thought it burns my life and will never be nor fame, nor happiness. He was aware of himself as worthless and weak and alone to fear. An endless world full of moving people, and there was not one person who would come to him and shared his suffering, incredibly haughty thoughts of the glory and murderous consciousness of nothingness.

Sacrifice is suffering for one and disgrace for all.

It does not have what is called soul does not. I tried many times to look into the depths of her heart, her thoughts, and each time ended up I have dizziness, like on a precipice: there is nothing. Emptiness.

Night came.
And when he had no doubt that she came, the dog piteously, and wept aloud. Ringing, sharp as despair, note the howl broke into a monotonous, sullenly obedient to the sound of rain cut through the darkness and nearly flew over the dark and bare field.
The dog was howling - exactly, persistently and hopelessly quiet. And to those who heard the howl, it seemed that it groans and rushes to the light itself gloomy dark night, and wanted to warm, to bright fire, to a loving woman's heart. The dog was howling.

On earth - hell, heaven - hell. Where's your Paradise? If you were a worm, I would crush you with my foot, but because you're human. Man! Or worm? Who are you, speak!

Why isn't he screaming? Probably forgot that he has a voice.

In that light all go.

My love, broad as the sea, can not accommodate the life of the shore.