Man is a mystery. It needs to be unravelled, and if you spend your whole life unravelling it, don't say that you've wasted time. I am studying that mystery because I want to be a human being. — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
When I look back on my past and think how much time I wasted on nothing, how much time has been lost in futilities, errors, laziness, incapacity to live; how little I appreciated it, how many times I sinned against… — 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
In a way there's only a fine shade of difference between the healthy and the deranged. — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
“Now answer me, sincerely, honestly, who lives past forty? I'll tell you who does: fools and scoundrels.” — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
“There are crimes that are truly uncomely. With crimes, whatever they may be, the more blood, the more horror there is, the more imposing… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
