Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.

A widow, the mother of a family, and from her heart she produces chords to which my whole being responds.

He seemed, indeed, to accept everything without the least condemnation though often grieving bitterly.

Alyosha's heart could not bear uncertainty, for the nature of his love was always active. He could not love passively; once he loved, he immediately also began to help.

Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.

I sometimes think love consists precisely of the voluntary gift by the loved object of the right to tyrannize over it.

It is man's unique privilege, among all other organisms. By pursuing falsehood you will arrive at the truth!