Manuscripts Do Not Burn.

Everything Passes Away-suffering,pain, Blood, Hunger,pestilence. The Sword Will Pass Away Too, But The Stars Will Remain When The Shadows Of Our Presence And Our Deeds Have Vanished From The Earth. There Is No Man Who Does Not Know That. Why, Then, Will We Not Turn Our Eyes Toward The Stars? Why?

There Is No Greater Misfortune In The World Than The Loss Of Reason.

To Struggle Against Censorship, Whatever Its Nature, And Whatever The Power Under Which It Exists, Is My Duty As A Writer, As Are Calls For Freedom Of The Press. I Am A Passionate Supporter Of That Freedom, And I Consider That If Any Writer Were To Imagine That He Could Prove He Didn't Need That Freedom, Then He Would Be Like A Fish Affirming In Public That It Didn't Need Water.

Once Upon A Time There Was A Lady. She Had No Children, And No Happiness Either. And At First She Cried For A Long Time, But Then She Became Wicked.

You Were Right," Said The Master Impressed By The Neatness Of Korovyov's Work, "when You Said: No Documents, No Person. So That Means I Don't Exist Since I Don't Have Any Documents.