I did not bow down to you, I bowed down to all the suffering of humanity.

At first it was simply liking, Nastenka, but now, now ! I am just in the same position as you were when you went to him with your bundle. In a worse position than you, Nastenka,because he cared for no one else as you do.

Lamentations comfort only by lacerating the heart still more. Such grief does not desire consolation. It feeds on the sense of its hopelessness. Lamentations spring only from the constant craving to re-open the wound.

You must accept it as it is, and hence accept all consequences. A wall is indeed a wall.

Man grows used to everything, the scoundrel!

But I always liked side-paths, little dark back-alleys behind the main road- there one finds adventures and surprises, and precious metal in the dirt.

Speak of a wolf and you see his tail!