Life is fragile and absurd.

I don't think badly of people. I like everybody, and I'm sorry for everybody.

Isn't it distinctly to be seen in the development of each philosopher's theory, that he knows what is the chief significance of life beforehand, just as positively as the peasant Fyodor, and not a bit more clearly than he, and is simply trying by a dubious intellectual path to come back to what everyone knows?

But I shall spare her. On the ancient monuments of barbarism and despotism I will inscribe great words of justice and mercy.

There was no answer, except the general answer life gives to all the most complex and insoluble questions. That answer is: one must live for the needs of the day, in other words, become oblivious.

He was afraid of defiling the love which filled his soul.

He liked fishing and seemed to take pride in being able to like such a stupid occupation.