Bread for myself is a material question. Bread for my neighbor is a spiritual one.

There is a tragic clash between Truth and the world. Pure undistorted truth burns up the world.

The enslaving of the other is also the enslaving of the self.

The question of bread for myself is a material question, but the question of bread for my neighbor is a spiritual question.

The Russian yearning for the meaning of life is the major theme of our literature, and this is the real point of our intelligentsia's existence.