There were moments when I hated everybody I came across, innocent or guilty, and looked at them as thieves who were robbing me of my life with impunity. The most unbearable misfortune is when you yourself become unjust, malignant, vile; you realize it, you even reproach yourself - but you just can't help it.
Fyodor DostoevskyAlthough your mind works, your heart is darkened with depravity; and without a pure heart there can be no complete and true consciousness
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