I mean to say, Krestyan Ivanovich, that I go my own way, a particular way. I'm my own particular man and, as it seems to me, I don't depend on anybody. I also go for walks, Krestyan Ivanovich.
In place of dialectics, life had arrived.
Oh! what does grief matter—what does misfortune matter, if one knows how to be happy?
To confess one's guilt and one's original sin is little, very little; one must wean oneself away from them completely. And that takes more than a little time.
Everything is habit with men, everything even in their social and political relations. Habit is the great motive-power.
My friend, the truth is always implausible.