We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.

Liubov Andreevna: Are you still a student? Trofimov: I expect I shall be a student to the end of my days.

I promise to be an excellent husband, but give me a wife who, like the moon, will not appear every day in my sky.

Angels are like diamonds. They can't be made, you have to find them. Each one is unique.

Peace is the first thing the angels sang.

A fiance is neither this nor that: he's left one shore, but not yet reached the other.