We are born dead, and we are becoming more and more contented with our condition. We are acquiring the taste for it.
Fyodor DostoevskyBut what are years, what are months!" he would exclaim. "Why count the days, when even one day is enough for man to know all happiness.
Fyodor DostoevskyIf it were considered desirable to destroy a human being, the only thing necessary would be to give his work a character of uselessness
Fyodor Dostoevsky