Nikolai Gogol
Nikolai Gogol
Nikolai Vasilievich Gogolwas a Russian dramatist, novelist and short story writer of Ukrainian ethnicity. Russian and Ukrainian scholars debate whether or not Gogol was of their respective ethnicities...
NationalityRussian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth31 March 1809
CityVelyki Sorochyntsi, Ukraine
CountryRussian Federation
everywhere happened life man meet russian-writer sure unlike
Everywhere a man will be sure to meet at least once in his life something that is unlike anything he had happened to see before.
mind
Never mind beauty! Concentrate on the things that matter.
absurd happens utterly
What is utterly absurd happens in the world
sad looks stories
The longer and more carefully we look at a funny story, the sadder it becomes.
soul may body
Whatever you may say, the body depends on the soul.
soul might wreckage
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.
laughing laugh-at-yourself
What are you laughing at? You are laughing at yourself.
marvelous insignificant
We have the marvelous gift of making everything insignificant.
laughter hero journey
I am fated to journey hand in hand with my strange heroes and to survey the surging immensity of life, to survey it through the laughter that all can see and through the tears unseen and unknown by anyone.
savages manners refined
...how much savage coarseness is concealed in refined, cultivated manners...
views bread belief
Let me warn you, if you start chasing after views, you'll be left without bread and without views.
laughing bitter
I shall laugh my bitter laugh.
hero chairs courses
Of course, Alexander the Great was a hero, but why smash the chairs?
ideas long mind
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?