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

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

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."

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

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?