Men do not accept their prophets and slay them, but they love their martyrs and worship those whom they have tortured to death.
Fyodor DostoevskyIt was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader.
Fyodor DostoevskyIt suddenly seemed to me that I was lonely, that every one was forsaking me and going away from me. Of course, any one is entitled to ask who "every one" was. For though I had been living almost eight years in Petersburg I had hardly an acquaintance. But what did I want with acquaintances? I was acquainted with all Petersburg as it was.
Fyodor DostoevskyI used to analyze myself down to the last thread, used to compare myself with others, recalled all the smallest glances, smiles and words of those to whom Iโd tried to be frank, interpreted everything in a bad light, laughed viciously at my attempts โto be like the restโ โand suddenly, in the midst of my laughing, Iโd give way to sadness, fall into ludicrous despondency and once again start the whole process all over again โ in short, I went round and round like a squirrel on a wheel.
Fyodor Dostoevsky