Dostoevsky preaches the morality of the pariah, the morality of the slave.

The appalling thing about war is that it kills all love of truth.

I was not afraid of what I did not like. To overcome dislike of a thing often satisfied one's feeling of honour.

It was jolly in the country. A cow and little pigs to play with and milk warm from the cow.

On the whole, the world was friendly. It chiefly depended on whether one were good or not.

He who does not understand a joke, he does not understand Danish.

Six hours a day I lived under school discipline in active intercourse with people none of whom were known to those at home, and the other hours of the twenty-four I spent at home, or with relatives of the people at home, none of whom were known to anybody at school.