There is nothing easier than lopping off heads and nothing harder than developing ideas.
Fyodor DostoevskyIt's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.
Fyodor DostoevskyAnd in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking into these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him!
Fyodor Dostoevsky