they may all be drunk at my place, but they're all honest, and though we do lie-because I lie, too-in the end we'll lie our way to the truth
Fyodor DostoevskyI love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky โ thatโs all it is. Itโs not a matter of intellect or logic, itโs loving with oneโs inside, with oneโs stomach.
Fyodor DostoevskyI am told that the proximity of punishment arouses real repentance in the criminal and sometimes awakens a feeling of genuine remorse in the most hardened heart; I am told this is due to fear.
Fyodor DostoevskyImagine that you are creating a fabric of human destiny with the object of making men happy in the end, giving them peace and rest at last. Imagine that you are doing this but that it is essential and inevitable to torture to death only one tiny creature...in order to found that edifice on its unavenged tears. Would you consent to be the architect on those conditions? Tell me. Tell the truth.
Fyodor Dostoevsky