Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!

I punish myself for my whole life, my whole life I punish.

Yes, that's right... love should come before logic ... Only then will man come to understand the meaning of life.

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

But men love abstract reasoning and neat systematization so much that they think nothing of distorting the truth, closing their eyes and ears to contrary evidence to preserve their logical constructions.

The most pressing question on the problem of faith is whether a man as a civilized being can believe in the divinity of the Son of God, Jesus Christ, for therein rests the whole of our faith.

It is not as a child that I believe and confess Jesus Christ. My hosanna is born of a furnace of doubt.