There are two generic and invariable features that characterize utopias. One is the content: the authors of utopias paint what they consider… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
All of life in its complexity and beauty is forever minted in the gold of words. — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
Philosophers of genius, children, and the people are equally wise - because they ask equally foolish questions. Foolish to a civilized man… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
Life itself today has lost its plane reality: it is projected, not along the old fixed points, but along the dynamic coordinates… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
The highly complex, almost mathematical, nature of music creates for it an ironclad protection against the microbes of dilletantism, which penetrate much… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
Truth is the first thing that present-day literature lacks. The writer has drowned himself in lies, he is too accustomed to speak… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
It is not possible to build on negative emotions. Genuine literature will come only when we replace hatred for man with love… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
Let the answers be wrong, let the philosophy be mistaken - errors are more valuable than truths: truth is of the machine,… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
All truths are erroneous. This is the very essence of the dialectical process: today's truths become errors tomorrow; there is no final… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
By complex ways, by looking deep into the dark well of the human soul, full of filth, somewhere at the very bottom… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
Name me the final number, the highest, the greatest. But that's absurd! If the number of numbers is infinite, how can there… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
The inner world: those spiritual apartments to which we are reluctant to admit strangers. — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“And it seems to me that everyone is like me—they're all afraid of the slightest movement . . . Everyone's sitting all… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
What we need in literature today are vast philosophic horizons... we need the most ultimate, the most fearsome, the most fearless "Why?"… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
There is no joy nobler than suffering for the sake of love for man. — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“Homo sapiens is only man, in the fullest sense of the word, when his grammar contains no question marks, only exclamation marks, commas, and… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“Do you know this feeling? When you're in an aero speeding up through a blue spiral, the window open, the wind whistling, and there's… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“Heretics are the only [bitter] remedy against the entropy of human thought. ("Literature, Revolution, and Entropy")” — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
And everyone must lose his mind, everyone must! The sooner the better! It is essential — I know it. — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“No, I did not understand. But I nodded silently. I was dissolved, I was infinitely small, I was a point... There is, after all,… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
Revolution is everywhere, in everything. There is no final revolution, no final number. — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
In adopting the form of the adventure novel, Wells deepened it, raised its intellectual value, and brought into it elements of social philosophy and… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“You're in a bad way! Apparently, you have developed a soul." A soul? That strange, ancient, long-forgotten word. We sometimes use the words "soul-stirring,"… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“But how was I going to explain my whole being, this whole disease that I've been jotting down in these pages? So I shut… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
The lilac branches are bowed under the weight of the flowers: blooming is hard, and the most important thing is - to bloom. (“A… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
what primitive tastes the ancients must have had if their poets were inspired by those absurd, untidy clumps of mist, idiotically jostling one another… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
