Don't be surprised that I value prejudice, observe certain conventions, seek power--it's because I know I live in an empty society.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Profession: Author
Nationality: Russian

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The Devil And after all, who knows whether proof of the devil is also proof of God? I want to join an idealist society and form an opposition within it: 'I'm a realist,' I'll say, 'not a materialist,' heh, heh!

Whoever infringes upon individual 'charity' infringes upon man's nature and scorns his personal dignity.

Enough, dear son, enough, my friend, he said at last with deep feeling. What is it? You should rejoice and not weep. Don't you know that this is the greatest of his days?

One can't understand everything at once, we can't begin with perfection all at once! In order to reach perfection one must begin by being ignorant of a great deal. And if we understand things too quickly, perhaps we shan't understand them thoroughly.

Is it not possible to eat me without insisting that I sing praises of my devourer?

And is it only a dream, that in the end man will find his joy in deeds of enlightenment and mercy alone, and not in cruel pleasures as now?

Do you know that centuries will pass and mankind will proclaim with the mouth of its wisdom and science that there is no crime, and therefore no sin, but only hungry men? Feed them first, then ask virtue of them.

Being in love doesn't mean loving.

It's better to be unhappy and know, than to be happy and live… as a fool. You appear not to believe for one moment that you have a rival, and… in that quarter?

Why, I certainly won't leave you, Stepan Trofimovich, I'll never leave you, sir!' She seized his hands and clasped them in hers, and pressed them to her heart as she looked at him with tears in her eyes. (‘I became very sorry for him at that moment,' she told us later.) His lips began to tremble, almost convulsively.

And in vain the dreamer rakes over his old dreams, as though seeking a spark among the embers, to fan them into flame, to warm his chilled heart by the rekindled fire, and to rouse up in it again all that was so sweet, that touched his heart, that set his blood boiling, drew tears from his eyes, and so luxuriously deceived him!

It's in despair that you find the sharpest pleasures, particularly when you are most acutely aware of the hopelessness of your position.

And so in that very shame I suddenly begin a hymn.

But those were all trifles which he had not even begun to consider, and indeed he had no time.