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

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

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

But I did not find any positive inspiration in my studies until I approached my nineteenth year.

A love for humanity came over me, and watered and fertilised the fields of my inner world which had been lying fallow, and this love of humanity vented itself in a vast compassion.

Poor is the power of the lead that becomes bullets compared to the power of the hot metal that becomes types.

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