In your dark workshop, let the sun shine on other men! Even our dull…

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

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

"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."

"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."

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

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?