He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.

... the unarmed power of naked truth.

That's metaphysics, my dear fellow. It's forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won't take it.

He comes as a guest to the feast of existence, and knows that what matters is not how much he inherits but how he behaves at the feast, and what people remember and love him for.

An unshared happiness is not happiness.

A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.

A literary creation can appeal to us in all sorts of ways-by its theme, subject, situations, characters. But above all it appeals to us by the presence in it of art. It is the presence of art in Crime and Punishment that moves us deeply rather than the story of Raskolnikov's crime.