For I love the empress of my soul. I love and I cannot but love. You yourself see the whole of me.… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
Love animals: God has given them the rudiments of thought and joy untroubled. Do not trouble their joy, don't harrass them, don't… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
“Man only likes to count his troubles; he doesn't calculate his happiness.” — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
Men like to to count their troubles; few calculate their happiness. — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
Love the animals. God has given them the rudiments of thought and joy untroubled. Don't trouble it, don't harass them, don't deprive… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
Man only likes to count his troubles, but he does not count his joys. — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
Believe to the end, even if all men went astray and you were left the only one faithful; bring your offering even then and… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
... you are a man still young, so to say, in your first youth and so put intellect above everything ... — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
“There is only one salvation for you: take yourself up, and make yourself responsible for all the sins of men. For indeed it is… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
“It is true I am a complete stranger to these people, but they are not strangers to me.” — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
Love to throw yourself on the earth and kiss it. Kiss the earth and love it with an unceasing, consuming love. — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
They have this social justification for every nasty thing they do! — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
If you are penitent, you love. And if you love you are of God. All things are atoned for, all things are saved by… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
“To kill for murder is a punishment incomparably worse than the crime itself. Murder by legal sentence is immeasurably more terrible than murder by… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
The death of a child is the greatest reason to doubt the existence of God. — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
