Trifles, trifles are what matter! Why, it's just such trifles that always ruin everything… .
Grandmother was always regretting the old days-she was younger in old days,and the sun was warmer in old days,and cream did not turn so sour in old days-it was always the old days!
You sensed that you should be following a different path, a more ambitious one, you felt that you were destined for other things but you had no idea how to achieve them and in your misery you began to hate everything around you.
I understand you, Karamazov. I see you understand human nature.
I am at a complete loss to understand what my age has to do with it? The question is what are my convictions, not what is my age, isn't it?
Everything seems stupid when it fails.