You say I haven't any orginality. But mark this, dear Prince, there's nothing more annoying for a man of our time and race than to tell him he's not original, a weak character with no special talents, ordinary in other words. You didn't even deign to regard me as a genuine rogue, I felt like killing you for that just now, you know that?

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Profession: Author
Nationality: Russian

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It is not the real punishment. The only effectual one, the only deterrent and softening one, lies in the recognition of sin by conscience.

Only a handful of people could be saved in all the world; these were the elect and clean, destined to begin a new race of humans and a new life, to renew and clean the earth, but no one saw these people anywhere; no one heard their words and voices.

He understood only too well how painful it was for her to betray and unveil all that was her own.

Still, if there was anything, it came about by no one else's power save the divine will. Everything is from God.

And wasn't it all the same whether it was a dream or a reality?

To live longer than forty years is bad manners, is vulgar, immoral. Who does live beyond forty? Answer that, sincerely and honestly I will tell you who do: fools and worthless fellows.

Hm ... yes ... a man holds the fate of the world in his two hands, and yet, simply because he is afraid, he just lets things drift -- that is a truism ... I wonder what men are most afraid of ...

I don't even know what I'm writing, I have no idea, I don't know anything, and I'm not reading over it, and I'm not correcting my style, and I'm writing just for the sake of writing, just for the sake of writing more to you… My precious, my darling, my dearest!

On an exceptionally hot evening early in July a young man came out of the garret in which he lodged in S. Place and walked slowly, as though in hesitation, towards K. bridge.

But it's in despair that you discover the most intense pleasure, especially when you are acutely conscious of the hopelessness of your predicament.

I made up adventures and divesed a life for myself so as to live, at least somehow, a little.

Therefore you, too, mother, know that your infant, too, surely now stands before the throne of the Lord, rejoicing and being glad, and praying to God for you. Weep, then, but also rejoice.

But to fall in love does not mean to love. One can fall in love and still hate.

Sometimes I imagine that it was I that crucified him. He hanging there moaning, and I sit down facing him,eating pineapple compote. I like pineapple compote very much. Do u?