Why, my dear fellow, you may drive yourself into delirium if you have the impulse to work upon your nerves, to go ringing bells at night and asking about blood!
Why, I certainly won’t leave you, Stepan Trofimovich, I’ll never leave you, sir!’ She seized his hands and clasped them in hers, and pressed them to her heart as she looked at him with tears in her ey...
Why is it—as I've noticed, Stepan Trofimovitch whispered to me once, why is it that all these desperate socialists and communists are at the same time such incredible skinflints, so avaricious, so kee...
Why is it that even the best of men always seem to hide something from other people and to keep something back? Why not say straight out what is in one's heart, when one knows that one is not speaking...
Whoever infringes upon individual 'charity' infringes upon man's nature and scorns his personal dignity
Whoever does not believe in God will not believe in the people of God. But he who believes in the people of God will also see their holiness, even if he did not believe in it at all before.
Who could say that human nature can endure such a trial without slipping into madness? Why this ghastly, needless outrage? Perhaps there is a man to whom the death sentence was read and who was allowe...
Whether it’s good or bad, it is sometimes very pleasant, too, to smash things.
Where did the light come from on the first day?
When you’re older, you will see yourself what significance age has upon convictions.
When you were talking to me here, I couldn’t sit still; when you cried here, when you tormented yourself because you were jilted, because your love was slighted and disregarded, I felt that in my hear...
What’s going on there I don’t understand and have never understood: either she loves you beyond all bounds, or… if she loves you, then why does she want to get you married to someone else? She says: I...
What is the use of Christ's words, unless we set an example?
What can be more precious than life? Nothing!
Well, yes, yes, to be enslaved to you is a pleasure. There is, there is pleasure in the ultimate degree of humiliation and insignificance! I went on raving. Devil knows, maybe there is in the knout, t...
We must name the eminent and fascinating Prince N. - once the vanquisher of female hearts all over Europe.
Varvara was a girl of some twenty-three summers, of middle height, thin, but possessing a face which, without being actually beautiful, had the rare quality of charm, and might fascinate even to the e...
Trong nước ta, cái gì cũng do tật lười sinh ra, kể cả những điều hay.
Trifles, trifles are what matter! Why, it's just such trifles that always ruin everything… .
Those innocent eyes cut my soul like a razor...however, in a depraved man this, too, might be only a sensual attraction.