In the light, the earth remains our first and our last love. Our brothers are breathing under the same sky as we; justice is a living thing. Now is born that strange joy which helps one live and die, and which we shall never again postpone to a later time.

We always deceive ourselves twice about the people we love - first to their advantage, then to their disadvantage.

There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart.

The current motto for all of us can only be this: without giving up anything on the plane of justice, yield nothing on the plane of freedom.

You cannot create experience. You must undergo it.

The only real progress lies in learning to be wrong all alone.

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.