For his opinion had struck him as awfully foolish immediately after he had uttered it.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Profession: Author
Nationality: Russian

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It is written: Give all that thou hast to the poor and follow Me, if thou wouldst be perfect. Alyosha said to himself: I can't give two roubles instead of ‘all,' and only go to mass instead of ‘following Him.

And in fact I've noticed that faith always seems to be less in the daytime.

The silence of earth seemed to melt into the silence of the heavens. The mystery of earth was one with the mystery of the stars ...

And if the sufferings of children go to swell the sum of sufferings which was necessary to pay for truth, then I protest that the truth is not worth such a price.

Thrash her, thrash her! Why have you stopped? shouted voices in the crowd.

And indeed, what aim in life is more important and sacred than a father's? To what should one adhere, if not to one's family?

Don't quarrel with your bread and butter.

As to age, General Epanchin was in the very prime of life; that is, about fifty-five years of age,—the flowering time of existence, when real enjoyment of life begins.

Whoever does not believe in God will not believe in the people of God. But he who believes in the people of God will also see their holiness, even if he did not believe in it at all before.

Bah! you, too, have ideals," he muttered, looking at her almost with hatred, and smiling sarcastically. "I ought to have considered that . . . . Well, that's praiseworthy, and it's better for you . . . and if you reach a line you won't overstep, you will be unhappy . . . and if you overstep it, maybe you will be still unhappier...

If one wanted to crush and destroy a man entirely, to mete out to him the most terrible punishment ... all one would have to do would be to make him do work that was completely and utterly devoid of usefulness and meaning.

I MUST make one confession Ivan began. I could never understand how one can love one's neighbours.

All our ladies were besotted with the new visitor. They divided sharply into two camps: one adored him, while the other hated him with a vengeance; but both were besotted nonetheless.

Gentlemen, let us suppose that man is not stupid. (Indeed one cannot refuse to suppose that, if only from the one consideration, that, if man is stupid, then who is wise?) But if he is not stupid, he is monstrously ungrateful! Phenomenally ungrateful. In fact, I believe that the best definition of man is the ungrateful biped.