Despair can hold the most intense sorts of pleasure when one is strongly conscious of the hopelessness of one's position...

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Profession: Author
Nationality: Russian

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I am a ridiculous man. They call me a madman now. That would be a distinct rise in my social position were it not that they still regard me as being as ridiculous as ever.

It is necessary that every man have at least somewhere to go. For there are times when one absolutely must go at least somewhere!

There are things, Mrs Stavrogin, which it is not only possible to discuss intelligently, but which it is not even intelligent to discuss.

A decent, educated man cannot afford the luxury of vanity without being exceedingly exacting with himself and without occasionally despising himself to the point of hatred.

He was a clerk and had almost always something wrong with his eyes.

Send me the article beforehand, don't forget, and try and let it be free from nonsense. Facts, facts, facts. And above all, let it be short. Good-bye.

The more I love humanity in general, the less I love man in particular.

You've already said all that. Don't embroider on it, but prove it!

But men love abstract reasoning and neat systematization so much that they think nothing of distorting the truth, closing their eyes and ears to contrary evidence to preserve their logical constructions.

Rakitin was dishonest and was decidedly unaware of it; that, on the contrary, knowing that he wouldn't steal money from the table, he ultimately considered himself a man of the highest integrity.

And indeed, here I am posing an idle question of my own now: which is better - cheap happiness or sublime suffering?

The chief thing is to love others like yourself, that's the chief thing, and that's everything; nothing else is wanted--you will find out at once how to arrange it all. And yet it's an old truth which has been told and retold a billion times--but it has not formed part of our lives!

I've fallen in love with and it was the end of me. But to fall in love does not mean to love. One can fall in love and still hate. Remember that! I say it now while there's still joy in it.

Man now is not yet the right man. There will be a new man, happy and proud. He for whom it will make no difference whether he lives or does not live, he will be the new man. He who overcomes pain and fear will himself be God. And this God will not be.