"Naturally," observed Nikolai Petrovich, "you were born here, so…

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

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

"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."

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

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?