Nikolai Gogol Quotes
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In the end dreams became his life, and his whole life thereafter took a strange turn: one might say he slept while waking and watched while asleep.
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The more debris there is the more it will show the governor's activity.
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Let me warn you, if you start chasing after views, you'll be left without bread and without views.
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What are you laughing at? You are laughing at yourself.
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I am who I am and that's who I am.
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Keep not money, but keep good people's company.
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As it is so strangely ordained in this world, what is amusing will turn into being gloomy, if you stand too long before it, and then God knows what ideas may not stray into the mind... Why is it that even in moments of unthinking, careless gaiety a different and strange mood comes upon one?
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There exists a kind of laughter which is worthy to be ranked with the higher lyric emotions and is infinitely different from the twitching of a mean merrymaker.
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This was not the old Chichikov. This was some wreckage of the old Chichikov. The inner state of his soul might be compared to a demolished building, which has been demolished so that from it a new one could be built; but the new one has not been started yet, because the infinitive plan has not yet come from the architect and the workers are left in perplexity.
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But youth has a future. The closer he came to graduation, the more his heart beat. He said to himself: “This is still not life, this is only the preparation for life.
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I saw that I'd get nowhere on the straight path, and that to go crookedly was straighter.
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The experience of ages has shown that a man who works on the land is purer, nobler, higher, and more moral... Agriculture should be at the basis of everything. That's my idea.
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I shall laugh my bitter laugh.
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Whatever you may say, the body depends on the soul.
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[F]or contemporary judgment does not recognize that much depth of soul is needed to light up the picture drawn from contemptible life and elevate it into a pearl of creation.
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In the course of reading he [Alexander Pushkin] became more and more melancholy and finally became completely gloomy. When the reading was over he uttered in a voice full of sorrow: "Goodness, how sad is our Russia!"
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There are passions that it is not for man to choose.
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The Lord grant we may all be tillers of the soil.