Every man needs a place to go to.

We have all lost touch with life, we all limp, each to a greater or lesser degree.

Who doesn't desire his fathers death?

To be too conscious is an illness. A real thorough going illness.

They wanted to speak, but could not; tears stood in their eyes. They were both pale and thin; but those sick pale faces were bright with the dawn of a new future, of a full resurrection into a new life. They were renewed by love; the heart of each held infinite sources of life for the heart of the other.

There is nothing more alluring to man than freedom of conscience, but neither is there anything more agonizing.

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.