This was not the old Chichikov. This was some wreckage of the old Chichikov. The inner state of his soul might be… — Nikolai Gogol Copy Share Image
For a man, the soul of a woman is a preserving talisman, guarding him from moral infections; it is a power holding… — Nikolai Gogol Copy Share Image
[F]or contemporary judgment does not recognize that much depth of soul is needed to light up the picture drawn from contemptible life… — Nikolai Gogol Copy Share Image
He who has talent in him must be purer in soul than anyone else. Another will be forgiven much, but to him… — Nikolai Gogol Copy Share Image
I am a writer, and the duty of a writer is not only to furnish pleasant pursuits for the mind and taste:… — Nikolai Gogol Copy Share Image
But there is nothing enduring in the world, and therefore even joy in the second minute is already not as acute as… — Nikolai Gogol Copy Share Image
it's not my job to preach a sermon. Art is anyhow a homily. My job is to speak in living images, not in arguments.… — Nikolai Gogol Copy Share Image
“What a strange creature man is! He does not believe in God, but he does believe that if the bridge of is nose itches… — Nikolai Gogol Copy Share Image
“Our century is so shallow, its desires scattered so widely, our knowledge so encyclopedic, that we are absolutely unable to focus our designs on… — Nikolai Gogol Copy Share Image
I ask everyone in Russia to pray for me, beginning with the bishops, whose whole life is a single prayer. I ask prayers also… — Nikolai Gogol Copy Share Image
Go along, go along quickly, and set all you have on the table for us. We don't want doughnuts, honey buns, poppy cakes, and… — Nikolai Gogol Copy Share Image
Like all of us sinners, General Betrishchev was endowed with many virtues and many defects. Both the one and the other were scattered through… — Nikolai Gogol Copy Share Image
“It seemed that both had lately had a touch of that pain under the waistband which comes of a sedentary life.” — Nikolai Gogol Copy Share Image
...how much savage coarseness is concealed in refined, cultivated manners... — Nikolai Gogol Copy Share Image
Russia! Russia... Everything in you is open, desolate and level; your squat towns barely protrude in the midst of the plains like dots, like… — Nikolai Gogol Copy Share Image
“The fair-haired man was one of those people in whose character there is at first sight a certain obstinacy. Before you can open your… — Nikolai Gogol Copy Share Image
“Well, so that's the prosecutor! He lived and lived, and then died! And they will say in the papers that he died to the… — Nikolai Gogol Copy Share Image