What is hell?...The suffering that comes from the consciousness that one is no longer able to love.

Learning to love is hard and we pay dearly for it. It takes hard work and a long apprenticeship, for it is not just for a moment that we must learn to love, but forever.

One must be a great man indeed to be able to hold out even against common sense." "Or else a fool.

Luxuries are easy to take up but very difficult to give up

Everywhere I am the object of an unbelievable esteem, the interest in me is, quite simply, tremendous.

Every blade of grass, every insect, ant, and golden bee, all so amazingly know their path, though they have not intelligence, they bear witness to the mystery of God and continually accomplish it themselves.

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