In the realist, faith is not born from miracles, but miracles from faith.

Is there in the whole world a being who would have the right to forgive and could forgive?

I wanted to pray for an hour, but I keep thinking and thinking, and always sick thoughts, and my head aches - what is the use of praying? - it's only a sin! It is strange, too, that I am not sleepy: in great, too great sorrow, after the first outbursts one is always sleepy. Men condemned to death, they say, sleep very soundly on the last night. And so it must be, it si the law of nature, otherwise their strength would not hold out... I lay down on the sofa but I did not sleep...

How good life is when one does something good and just!

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

Lamentations comfort only by lacerating the heart still more. Such grief does not desire consolation. It feeds on the sense of its hopelessness. Lamentations spring only from the constant craving to re-open the wound.

You are a man still young, so to say, in your first youth and so put intellect above everything.