My God, A Moment Of Bliss. Why,

There Are Things Which A Man Is Afraid To Tell Even To Himself, And Every Decent Man Has A Number Of Such Things Stored Away In His Mind.

I Drink Because I Wish To Multiply My Sufferings.

I Feel Pity For Him, And That Is A Poor Sign Of Love.

It Is Easier For A Russian To Become An Atheist Than For Anyone Else In The World.

Perhaps A Normal Man Is Supposed To Be Stupid-how Do We Know? Perhaps It's Even Very Beautiful.