Quote #82
There are only two books written: Someone goes on a journey, or a stranger comes to town.
More from Fyodor Dostoevsky
- What terrible tragedies realism inflicts on people.
- There is nothing easier than lopping off heads and nothing harder than developing ideas.
- The more I detest men individually the more ardent becomes my love for humanity.
- There is only one thing that I dread: not to be worthy of my sufferings.
- It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.
- Trust no one in whom the desire to punish is strong
- To be in love is not the same as loving. You can be in love with a woman and still hate her.
- 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 …