Confinement, regulation, and excessive work have no effect but to develop in these men profound hatred, a thirst for forbidden enjoyment, and frightful recalcitration.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Profession: Author
Nationality: Russian

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People have grown accustomed to having everything ready-made for them, they're used to depending on the guidance of others, having everything chewed up for them first. Well, and when the great hour finally struck, they all showed themselves at face value...

He went up to his room like a man who has been condemned to death. His mind was completely empty, and he was quite incapable of filling it with anything; but with his whole being he suddenly felt that he no longer possessed any freedom of thought or of will, and that everything had suddenly been decided once and for all.

Beauty is a riddle.

Truth with love is a lie.

In every man, of course, a demon lies hidden—the demon of rage, the demon of lustful heat at the screams of the tortured victim, the demon of lawlessness let off the chain, the demon of diseases that follow on vice, gout, kidney disease, and so on.

The righteous man departs, but his light remains.

So he tortured himself, fretting himself with such questions, and finding a kind of enjoyment in.

No, not immeasurably: you have abilities, but there's a great deal you don't understand, because you're a low person.

To go wrong in one's own way is better than to go right in someone else's.

I am at a complete loss to understand what my age has to do with it? The question is what are my convictions, not what is my age, isn't it?

I would give away all this superstellar life, all the ranks and honours, simply to be transformed into the soul of a merchant's wife weighing eighteen stone and set candles at God's shrine.

It is not possible to eat me without insisting that I sing praises of my devourer?

No, if you want to punish him terribly, fearfully, with the most horrible punishment imaginable, but so as to save and restore his soul forever—then overwhelm him with your mercy!

Reason is passion's slave, is it not?