Crime? What crime? ... My killing a loathsome, harmful louse, a filthy old moneylender woman ... and you call that a crime?

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Profession: Author
Nationality: Russian

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Is there suffering on this new earth? On our earth we can truly love only with suffering and through suffering! We know not how to love otherwise. We know no other love. I want suffering in order to love.

And how they set me up in court! They really set me up! Even if they hadn't set you up, you'd have been convicted anyway, Alyosha said, sighing. Yes, the local public is sick of me!

Realism that is limited to the end of one's nose is more dangerous than the most insane fantasticality, because it's blind.

A friend of mankind with shaky moral foundation is a cannibal of mankind, to say nothing of his vainglory; insult the vainglory of one of these numberless friends of mankind, and he is ready at once to set fire to the four corners of the world out of petty vengence.

I don't need money, or, better, it's not money that I need; it's not even power; I need only what is obtained by power and simply cannot be obtained without power: the solitary and calm awareness of strength! That is the fullest definition of freedom, which the world so struggles over!

Man is a mystery. It needs to be unravelled, and if you spend your whole life unravelling it, don't say that you've wasted time. I am studying that mystery because I want to be a human being.

Yes, one day perhaps the leading intellects of Russia and of Europe will study the psychology of Russian crime, for the subject is worth it.

Liegen is het enige privilege van een mens boven alle organismen. De leugen leidt tot de waarheid! Daarom ben ik ook een mens, omdat ik lieg. Er is geen enkele waarheid bereikt zonder dat tevoren niet zo'n keer of veertien en misschien ook wel honderdveertien gelogen is, en in zijn soort is dat nog een eer ook; ja.

I worked it through with pride,I almost spoke without words, and i'm masterly at speaking without words.All my life I have spoken without words, and I have passed through whole tragedies on my own account without words.

Though I may be in the soot I'm no dirtier than the rest.

He walked, looking about him angrily and distractedly. All his ideas now seemed to be circling round some single point, and he felt that there really was such a point, and that now, now, he was left facing that point—and for the first time, indeed, during the last two months.

And even if one tried, it would be very hard to give a true account, for there were no thoughts in Ivan's mind but something very vague. He felt that he had lost his bearings.

Education has nothing whatever to do with moral deterioration; and if one must admit that it develops a resolute spirit among the people, that is far from being a defect.

One can love one's neighbours in the abstract, or even at a distance, but at close quarters it's almost impossible.