Quotes from Leonid Andreyev

The owners who had arrived at the bungalow were very kind people, and all the more so now that they were far from the city breathing pure air, seeing around them everything green, and blue and harmless. The sunlight went into them in warmth, and came out again in laughter and goodwill towards all things living.

Quién cierra los ojos de un asesino? Hasta el Día del Juicio seguirán abiertos y mirarán fijos en la oscuridad

Pero así cómo el ojo ve primero lo que está al sol y después con asombro y alegría descubre en la sombra un tesoro

Sólo aquellos mártires, que van con un corazón puro y triste, fecundamente surcado por el pesado arado del dolor, realzan la vida

Jugaban ingenua y burlonamente al amor, sin sospechar lo más mínimo que eran cómo actores que, en broma, habrían al día siguiente de representar una tragedia

And what kind of a liar is he who can fool only others? To lie to oneself and believe it—that is an art!

Sería una vileza enorme que yo la amase pensaba con palabras que no salían de sus labios; pero por el agudo dolor de su corazón comprendía que renunciaba a algo precioso, y así redimía una culpa aún no bien identificable

To succeed in life one needs two things -- influence and a lucky star.

Man dies. Come from darkness, into darkness he returns, and is reabsorbed, without a trace left, into the illimitable void of time.

Only the dead know the truth.

Bread without love is like grass without salt -- the stomach may be filled, but it leaves a bad taste in the mouth.

Do you not see the hand of God, which gives harmony, light, and love to the world? Do not the mountains, in the blue cloud of incense, sing their hymn of glory?

Men are always murderers, and their calmness and generosity is the calmness of a well-fed animal, that knows itself out of danger.

Only the footsteps of the blind are short, but their thoughts are long.

Wisdom and folly are equal before the face of Infinity, for Infinity knows them not.

The only thing not worth destroying is science. That would be useless. Science is unchangeable, and if you destroyed it today, it would rise up again the same as before.

What worse can happen to a man than to have been born? It's like asking a man who is drowning whether he is not afraid of getting wet.

All perishes, all decays, all is born again.

Who strikes man with love -- God or the Devil?

There is no beast more cruel than man.

Death augments distance and dulls the memory. Death reconciles.

Who is all-powerful in the world? Who is most dreadful in the world? The machine. Who is most fair, most wealthy, and all-wise? The machine. What is the earth? A machine. What is the sky? A machine. What is man? A machine. A machine.

Man dies. Come from darkness, into darkness he returns, and is reabsorbed, without a trace left, into the illimitable void of time.

Ah well, 'tis the way of the world -- births and deaths, births and deaths.