
“And what does it really mean--to die? For all we know, man is endowed with a hundred sensibilities, and when he dies, only the five known to us perish along with him, while the other ninety-five remain alive.” [Trofimov, Act II, The Cherry Orchard]
“Man is what he believes.”
“There is nothing new in art except talent.”
“We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.”