His wife, however, happened to be the only woman in his life who failed totally to arouse any passion in him whatsoever.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Profession: Author
Nationality: Russian

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You're still lying,' he said slowly and feebly, his lips twisted into a sickly smile. ‘Once again you're trying to prove to me that you know my game inside out, that you know all my replies in advance.' He himself almost knew that he was no longer weighing his words as he should. ‘You're trying to frighten me ... or else you're just laughing at me ...

In Russia, drunks are our kindest people. Our kindest people are also the most drunk.

He made a point of never asserting himself when he would gain more by keeping in the background.

What does reason know? Reason only knows what it has succeeded in learning...

He longed to revenge himself on everyone for his own unseemliness.

Of course, a minute or so later I would realise wrathfully that it was all a lie, a revolting lie, an affected lie, that is, all this penitence, this emotion, these vows of reform. You will ask why did I worry myself with such antics: answer, because it was very dull to sit with one's hands folded, and so one began cutting capers.

For what is a man without desires, without free will and without choice, if not a stop in an organ?

Hm … yes, all is in a man's hands and he lets it all slip from cowardice, that's an axiom.

The only gain of civilisation for mankind is the greater capacity for variety of sensations--and absolutely nothing more.

Ah, Nastenka! Why, one thanks some people for being alive at the same time with one; I thank you for having met me, for my being able to remember you all my life!

There's a measure in all things.

Suppose, gentleman, that man is not stupid.

Does it matter whether it was a dream or a reality, if the dream made known to me the truth?

What do you think, would not one tiny crime be wiped out by thousands of good deeds?