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.
Fyodor DostoevskyYou pass by a little child, you pass by, spiteful, with ugly words, with wrathful heart; you may not have noticed the child, but he has seen you, and your image, unseemly and ignoble, may remain in his defenseless heart. You don't know it, but you may have sown an evil seed in him and it may grow, and all because you were not careful before the child, because you did not foster in yourself a careful, actively benevolent love.
Fyodor DostoevskyLove a man, even in his sin, for that love is a likeness of the divine love, and is the summit of love on earth.
Fyodor DostoevskyI will put up with any mockery rather than pretend that I am satisfied when I am hungry.
Fyodor Dostoevsky