Of Prince:
1) He would have even liked some gloomy and deserted place where he could be alone with his thoughts , without anybody knowing of his whereabouts…
2) Even a little fly buzzing near him in a sunbeam was a participant in the feast, and the chorus, knew its palce, loved it and was happy;Every blade of grass grew and was happy; Everything had and knew its own path, going forth and returning with a song.
He alone did not know or understand anything, whether people or sounds. He was a stranger and an outcast!
3) There is nothing but the truth in him, so he is unfair.
Of Lebedev:
1)There was an expression of concern on his face, blended with a peculiar and extra-ordinary sense of his own worth.
2) The man’s calculation always seemed born of inspiration; excessive ardour made them more and more complex, ramified and far removed in all directions from their point of departure; which was why he achieved so little in life!
Of Common people:
1) Nothing is more vexing than to be wealthy, of good family, passable in looks, fairly well educated, and intelligent, and even kindly, and yet to possess no talent, no outstanding feature or even quirk, not even a single idea of one’s own, and to be positively “just like anybody else”.
There is wealth but far less than the Rothschild’s possess;
The family is an honorable one, but has never won the least distinction;
One’s looks are pleasant enough, but express nothing in particular;
One’s education is quite sound enough, but one has no idea of what to direct it towards;
One has intelligence but no idea of one’s own;
One has a kind heart but not magnanimity;
And so on and so forth, on all accounts.
2) There is greater wealth but less strength; there is no unifying idea, everything has become flabby, everything is mouldering away, and so have all people. All, all , all of us are mouldering away!
3) God deprives men of reason
4) Crime, in only too usually the last resort of such gormless, impatient, and gripping non-entities.
Of Ippolit:
1) If I had the power not to be reborn, I would have probably not accepted an existence on such ridiculous terms.
Of Natasha:
1) A woman is capable of driving a man frantic, with her cruelty and mockery, and feel no qualms of conscience, because every time she looks at you She ll say to herself, I ll torment this man to death, but then I ll make up for it all later with my love.
