Ivan Turgenev

Blessed is he who has been young in his youth.

Do you see that apple tree? It is broken by the weight and abundance of its own fruit. True emblem of a genius.

Egoism is suicide. The egoist withers like a solitary barren tree; but pride, ambition, as the active effort after perfection, is the source of all that is great ... Yes! a man must prune away the stubborn egoism of his personality to give …

I have had no such experience, but imaging that to be loved by a woman one loves is a great happiness.

The heart of another is a dark forest.

After all, if you think of it, nothing is stronger in the world ... and weaker—than a word!

I sought happiness, and I shall find—perhaps death. It seemsit was to be thus: it seems it was a sin ... But death covers all and reconciles all; does it not?

Each of us is guilty by the fact that he lives.

In your dark workshop, let the sun shine on other men! Even our dull life has its own pride, its own happiness!

Death is an old joke, but it comes like new to everyone.

Bazarov drew himself up haughtily. "I don't adopt any one's ideas; I have my own."

"For myself, I detest the fellow, and think him a charlatan. I am certain that, in spite of his frogs, he is making no real progress in physics."

"Naturally," observed Nikolai Petrovich, "you were born here, so everything is bound to strike you with a special —""Really, Daddy, it makes absolutely no difference where a person is born.""Still —""No, it makes no difference at all."