“We are all descended from Gogol’s Cloak.”

— quoted by Thomas Seltzer, Introduction

“Three, seven, ace!” “Three, seven, queen!”

— Hermann, The Queen of Spades

It would be difficult to find another man who lived so entirely for his duties. It is not enough to say that Akaky laboured with zeal; no, he laboured with love.

— The Cloak

“It is easy for you to talk,” said Aksionov, “but I have suffered for you these twenty-six years. Where could I go to now?… My wife is dead, and my children have forgotten me. I have nowhere to go…”

— Aksionov, God Sees the Truth, But Waits

“I am your gadfly. My sting pricks your conscience and arouses you when you are caught napping. Sleep not, sleep not, people of Athens; awake and seek the truth!”

— Socrates, The Shades, A Phantasy

“Everything is void, frail, visionary and delusive as a mirage.”

— the prisoner, The Bet

“The village, to my grandfather, Konstantin Makarych.”

— Vanka

“To whom have you left me, my darling?” she wailed after the funeral. “How shall I live now without you, wretched creature that I am. Pity me, good people, pity me, fatherless and motherless, all alone in the world!”

— Olenka, The Darling

“My dear Boles … my darling … my faithful lover. May the Mother of God protect thee! Thou heart of gold, why hast thou not written for such a long time to thy sorrowing little dove, Teresa?”

— Teresa, Her Lover

…just as if Someone great who feared nobody was whistling down all earthly institutions and along with them this horrid autumnal wind and us its heroes.

— One Autumn Night

When Lazarus rose from the grave, after three days and nights in the mysterious thraldom of death, and returned alive to his home, it was a long time before any one noticed the evil peculiarities in him that were later to make his very name terrible.

— Lazarus

“They killed her, but her action was magnificent, and the beauty of her words immortal.”

— the orator, The Outrage—A True Story