in the newspapers I read a biography about an American. He left his whole huge fortune to factories and for the positive sciences, his skeleton to the students at the academy there, and his skin to make a drum so as to have the American national anthem drummed on it day and night.

On our earth we can only love withsuffering and through suffering.

Life had stepped into the place of theory.

All the Utopias will come to pass only when we grow wings and all people are converted into angels.

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.

We always imagine eternity as something beyond our conception, something vast, vast! But why must it be vast?

To begin with unlimited freedom is to end with unlimited despotism.