I myself will perhaps cry out with all the rest, looking at the mother embracing her child's tormentor: 'Just art thou, O Lord!' but I do not want to cry out with them. While there's still time, I hasten to defend myself against it, and therefore I absolutely renounce all higher harmony. It is not worth one little tear of even that one tormented child who beat her chest with her little fist and prayed to 'dear God' in a stinking outhouse with her unredeemed tears!

Psychology lures even most serious people into romancing, and quite unconsciously.

Though I do not believe in the order of things, still the sticky little leaves that come out in the spring are dear to me, the blue sky is dear to me, some people are dear to me, whom one loves sometimes, would you believe it, without even knowing why; some human deeds are dear to me, which one has perhaps long ceased believing in, but still honors with one's heart, out of old habit..." --Ivan Karamazov

It is easier for a Russian to become an atheist than for anyone else in the world.

Human laziness makes people pigeonhole one another at first site so that they find nothing in common with one another.

A fool with a heart and no sense is just as unhappy as a fool with sense and no heart.

To love is to suffer and there can be no love otherwise.