Still, obviously, one can't be sensible all the time.

Culture: the cry of men in face of their destiny.

To correct a natural indifference I was placed half-way between misery and the sun. Misery kept me from believing that all was well under the sun, and the sun taught me that history wasn't everything.

At a certain level of suffering or injustice no one can do anything for anyone. Pain is solitary.

Men die and they are not happy.

In fact, other people create for lack of power. I, on the other hand, do not need a work: I live.

The reasoning is classic in its clarity. If God does not exist, Kirilov is god. If God does not exist, Kirilov must kill himself. Kirilov must therefore kill himself to become god. That logic is absurd, but it is what is needed.