A developed and decent man cannot be vain without a boundless exactingness towards himself and without despising himself at moments to the point of hatred.
I'll always come to see you, all my life, Alyosha answered firmly.
Oh, if you were the kind of man I am ... I loved the shame of depravity. I loved cruelty ... In a word -- a Karamazov!
I think my liver hurts.
You see gentlemen, there are ideas . . . that is, you see, when some ideas are said out loud, put into words, they come out terribly stupid. They come out so that you're ashamed of yourself. But why? For no reason at all. Because we're all good-for-nothings and can't bear the truth, or I don't know why else.
When we recall (the moment)...will not dare to laugh inwardly at having been kind and good at this moment…Let him laugh to himself, that does not matter, a man often laughs at what’s good and kind…But I assure you, boys, that as he laughs he will say at once in his heart: ‘No, I do wrong to laugh, for that’s not a thing to laugh at.