Danh ngôn của Ivan Turgenev (Sứ mệnh: 5)

Time sometimes flies like a bird, sometimes crawls like a snail; but a man is happiest when he does not even notice whether it passes swiftly or slowly.
Women... can't live with 'em... can't shoot 'em.
People without firmness of character love to make up a fate for themselves; that relieves them of the necessity of having their own will and of taking responsibility for themselves.
Death's an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
Nature creates while destroying, and doesn't care whether it creates or destroys as long as life isn't extinguished, as long as death doesn't lose its rights.
The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?
In days of doubt, in days of dreary musings on my country's fate, you alone are my comfort and support, oh great, powerful, righteous, and free Russian language!
A poet must be a psychologist, but a secret one: he should know and feel the roots of phenomena but present only the phenomena themselves in full bloom or as they fade away.
To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.