“Why, Milena, do you write about our common future which will never be, or is it that why you write about it? (…) Few things are certain, but one is that we’ll never live together, share an apartment, body to body, at a common table, never, not even in the same city. (…) Incidentally, Milena, you must agree when you examine yourself and me and take soundings of the “sea” between “Vienna” and “Prague” with its insurmountably high waves.” (Prague, September 1920) Letters To Milena

"Classic." A book which people praise and don't read. Following the Equator

Men are disturbed, not by things, but by the principles and notions which they form concerning things. The Enchiridion

“He dies only the five senses that we know perish with him, and the other ninety-five remain alive.” Uncle Vanya