History is a stern judge..

The American spring is like the country itself: abundant, rich, flowing over you like a full tide. ... Azaleas were suddenly ablaze. White dogwoods s….

I like old people, just as I like old trees: in their shadow there is freshness and peace, one admires them, and around them everything is so calm..

Trees and flowers were often more meaningful to me than people. They always helped me, consoled me, giving the soul a chance to believe once more tha….

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at everyone in the room. It was a terrible gaze, mad or maybe furious and full of fear of death... Then someth….

On, those ever-changing moods of Moscow! How swiftly they go from black to white, from one extreme to another, from friendship to accusations, from a….

The melody of a religious feeling is the music of life itself. To those who do not hear it I could not explain what it sounds like ... If the spark i….

When you have once gained sight, it is impossible to feign blindness..

all large cities are alike at night..

Religion means a binding. If a man does not feel himself a part of the Universe, and does not hear its pulse, he is not religious. But once he has he….

A sense of religion is something one is born with, like a musical ear. One can develop it, cultivate it, enrich it, but if one hasn't got its seed to….

The one good thing about not seeing you is that I can write you letters..

It is human nature that rules the world, not governments and regimes..

It became clear to the whole world that a totalitarian regime could neither accuse nor transform itself: suicide was not in its nature, it could only….

As a result of half a century of Soviet rule people have been weaned from a belief in human kindness..

Go to meet destiny halfway and destiny will come to your assistance..

Everything on our tormented earth that is alive and breathes, that blossoms and bears fruit, lives only by virtue of and in the name of Truth and Goo….

For twenty-seven years I was witness to the spiritual deterioration of my own father, watching day after day how everything human in him left him and….

Moscow seethes and bubbles and gasps for air. It's always thirsting for something new, the newest events, the latest sensation. Everyone wants to be ….

Why did Americans smile so often? Was it out of politeness or because of a gay disposition? Whatever it was, I for one had never been spoiled with sm….

Moscow, breathing fire like a human volcano with its smoldering lava of passion, ambition and politics, its hurly-burly of meetings and entertainment….