Ah, Father! Thatโs words and only words! Forgive! If heโd not been run over, heโd have come home today drunk and his only shirt dirty and in rags and heโd have fallen asleep like a log, and I should have been sousing and rinsing till daybreak, washing his rags and the childrenโs and then drying them by the window and as soon as it was daylight I should have been darning them. Whatโs the use of talking forgiveness! I have forgiven as it is!
Fyodor DostoevskyI am a sick man...I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man. I think my liver is diseased. Then again, I don't know a thing about my illness; I'm not even sure what hurts.
Fyodor DostoevskyIt was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader.
Fyodor Dostoevsky