In any case civilization has made mankind if not more blood-thirsty, at least more vilely, more loathsomely blood-thirsty. In old days he saw justice in bloodshed and with his conscience at peace exte...
If you chase several hares at once, you won't undertake any one of them.
If the wickedness of people arouses indignation and insurmountable grief in you, to the point that you desire to revenge yourself upon the wicked, fear that feeling most of all; go at once and seek to...
I've made a terrible confession to you, he concluded gloomily. Do appreciate it, gentlemen. And it's not enough, not enough to appreciate it, you must not just appreciate it, it should also be preciou...
I want to see with my own eyes the hind lie down with the lion and the victim rise up and embrace his murderer.
I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness--a real thorough-going illness. For
I remembered you, my brother, and all yours; at the last minute you, you alone, were in my mind, and it was only then that I realized how much I love you, my dearest brother!
I don’t know how to be silent when my heart is speaking.
I don’t even know what I’m writing, I have no idea, I don’t know anything, and I’m not reading over it, and I’m not correcting my style, and I’m writing just for the sake of writing, just for the sake...
I do not wish you much happiness--it would bore you; I do not wish you trouble either; but, following the people's philosophy, I will simply repeat: 'Live more' and try somehow not to be too bored; th...
He precisely lays it to his and his colleagues credit that they have finally overcome freedom, and have done so in order to make people happy.
He doesn't have so much learning...or any special education either; he's silent, and he grins at you silently--that's how he gets by.
He came softly, unobserved, and yet, strange to say, every one recognized Him. That might be one of the best passages in the poem. I mean, why they recognized Him. The people are irresistibly drawn to...
From an encounter in 1862...Dickens told me, Dostoyevsky recalled in a letter written years later, that all the good, simple people in his novels . . . are what he wanted to have been, and his villain...
Fierce and solitary he awaited death, mistrustful and hostile to all
Everyone must look out for himself, and the best time is had by those who're best able to decieve themselves.
El sufrimiento y el dolor van necesariamente unidos a un gran corazón y a una elevada inteligencia.
El que sufre reconociendo su error, recibe un castigo que se suma al del penal. Así
Direi que acabe o mundo mas que eu sempre possa tomar o meu chá.
But it’s a misfortune to be broad without a special genius.