Quote #80

The more I detest men individually the more ardent becomes my love for humanity.

More from Fyodor Dostoevsky

  1. It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.
  2. What terrible tragedies realism inflicts on people.
  3. To be in love is not the same as loving. You can be in love with a woman and still hate her.
  4. There are only two books written: Someone goes on a journey, or a stranger comes to town.
  5. Do you know that ages will pass and mankind will proclaim in its wisdom and science that there is no crime and, therefore no sin, but that …
  6. There is nothing easier than lopping off heads and nothing harder than developing ideas.
  7. My feelings, gratitude, for instance, are denied me simply because of my social position.
  8. There is only one thing that I dread: not to be worthy of my sufferings.

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