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

I came into the world two months too soon, I was in such a hurry.

I admired in others the strength that I lacked myself.

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

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

But my doubt would not be overcome. Kierkegaard had declared that it was only to the consciousness of sin that Christianity was not horror or madness. For me it was sometimes both.

But when I was twelve years old I caught my first strong glimpse of one of the fundamental forces of existence, whose votary I was destined to be for life - namely, Beauty.