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

I sometimes think love consists precisely of the voluntary gift by the loved object of the right to tyrannize over it.

As for me, this is my story: I worked and was tortured. You know what it means to compose? No, thank God, you do not! I believe you have never written to order, by the yard, and have never experienced that hellish torture.

Because I'm a Karamazov. Because when I fall into the abyss, I go straight into it, head down and heels up, and I'm even pleased that I'm falling in just such a humiliating position, and for me I find it beautiful.

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

Brother, I’m not depressed and haven’t lost spirit. Life everywhere is life, life is in ourselves and not in the external. There will be people near me, and to be a human being among human beings, and remain one forever, no matter what misfortunes befall, not to become depressed, and not to falter – this is what life is, herein lies its task.

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