But it is possible, it is possible: the old grief, by a great mystery of human life, gradually passes into quiet, tender joy; instead of young, ebullient blood comes a mild, serene old age: I bless the sun's rising each day and my heart sings to it as before, but now I love its setting even more, its long slanting rays, and with them quiet, mild, tender memories, dear images from the whole of a long and blessed life--and over all is God's truth, moving, reconciling, all-forgiving!
Fyodor DostoevskyHow does it come about that what an intelligent man expresses is much stupider than what remains inside him?
Fyodor DostoevskyI am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and weโre both unhappy, and we both suffer.
Fyodor DostoevskyPsychology lures even most serious people into romancing, and quite unconsciously.
Fyodor Dostoevsky