Writers Are As Jealous As Pigeons.

If In The First Act You Have Hung A Pistol On The Wall, Then In The Following One It Should Be Fired. Otherwise Don't Put It There.

Just As I Shall Lie Alone In The Grave, So, In Essence, Do I Live Alone.

People Don't Notice Whether It's Winter Or Summer When They're Happy.

Lermontov Died At Age Twenty-eight And Wrote More Than Have You And I Put Together. Talent Is Recognizable Not Only By Quality, But Also By The Quantity It Yields.

I Expect I Shall Be A Student To The End Of My Days.