Fyodor Dostoevsky

It's the moon that makes it so still, weaving some mystery.

I tell Thee that man is tormented by no greater anxiety than to find someone quickly to whom he can hand over that gift of freedom with which the ill-fated creatures is born. But only one who can appease their conscience can take over their freedom […] Instead of taking men's freedom from them, Thou didst make it greater than ever! Didst Thou forget that man prefers peace, and even death, to freedom of choice in the knowledge of good and evil?

Walking along the crowded row He met the one he used to know.

In every idea of genius or in every new human idea, or, more simply still, in every serious human idea born in anyone's brain, there is something that cannot possibly be conveyed to others.

Compassion is the chief law of human existence.

The fear of appearances is the first symptom of impotence.

Lying is a delightful thing, for it leads to truth.

Faith does not, in the realist, spring from the miracle but the miracle from the faith.

I must add... my gratitude to you for the attention with which you have listened to me, for, from my numerous observations, our Liberals are never capable of letting anyone else have a conviction of his own without at once meeting their opponent with abuse or even something worse.