Book: The Kreutzer Sonata

... a terrible thing is music. What is it? I don't understand. What is music? What is she doing? And why she is doing what she is doing? They say the music is soul uplifting way, nonsense, not true! It acts, terrible acts, I'm talking about myself, but not a soul uplifting way.
It acts neither uplifting nor oppose the soul way, but an annoying soul way. How do you say? Music makes me forget myself, my true situation, it transports me somewhere else, and not its position I under the influence of music it seems that I feel what I actually do not feel that I understand what they do not understand that can do things that can't...
It, music, from, directly carries me to the mental state in which I was the one who wrote the music...
whoever wrote though Kreutzer Sonata is Beethoven, because he knew why he was in such a condition, is a condition led to his famous deeds, and because for him, this condition makes sense, for me, no...
And because music is so terrible, so horrible sometimes acts...
Is it possible to allow everyone who wishes, hypnotize one another, or many, and then would do what he wants with them. And most importantly, that the hypnotist was the first wicked man.

Teach a man that he needs vodka, tobacco, opium, and all necessary.

No villain, which is sought for, would not have found the villains in some respect worse than itself, and which therefore could not find a reason to be proud and to be happy with yourself.

Christ did not give any definitions of life, he never established any institutions, never installed and marriage. But people do not understand the peculiarities of the teachings of Christ, accustomed to external teachings and want to feel right, feels right as a Pharisee, contrary to the whole spirit of Christ's teachings, the letter made it external teaching of rules called the Church's Christian teachings, and these teachings have changed the true doctrine of Christ's ideal.

A man who professes an external law, there is a man standing in the light of the lantern, hanging to the pole. It is in the light of this lamp, it is light, and go to him any longer. People professing Christ's teaching, like the man carrying the lantern in front of him on a more or less long, pole: the light is always ahead of him and always encourages him to follow him and opens him ahead of his new which attracts to itself lit space.

Only when I saw her dead face, I realized all that I did. I realized that I, I killed her, I became what she was living, moving, warm, and has now become motionless, waxen, cold and having that never, nowhere, nothing.

I looked at the children, her swollen bruised face and the first time I forgot myself, my rights, my pride, the first time I saw her in person. And so insignificant seemed all that offended me, all my jealousy, and so much that I did what I wanted to reconnect face to her hand and say, "I'm Sorry!" - but dared not.

Because awful was that I was recognized for an undoubted, the full right over her body as if it were my body, and I also felt that I possess this body can not, that it's not mine and she could dispose of them as he wants, and wants to dispose of them is not the way I want. And I can't do anything to him or her. He, like Vanka-klutznick before the gallows, sing a song about how sugar lips was kissed and stuff. And top of it. And it is still less is there anything I can do. If she didn't but wants to, and I know that he wants something even worse: it would be better made, so I knew that there was no suspense. I couldn't say what I wanted. I wanted that she did not want what she must want. And it was crazy!

When she passed between the men, she was drawn to their views. She was like stagnant, beefy harnessed the horse, which took off the bridle. The bridle was no, as there is no 0,99 from our women.

And we had two hate each other convicts, connected by one chain, poisoning the lives of each other and trying not to see it. I did not know then that 0,99 marriage live in the same hell as I lived, that it cannot be otherwise.

Yes, we are far from the European view of marriage.

Take all poetry, all painting, sculpture, beginning with love poems and naked Venus and Frin, you see that the woman is the instrument of enjoyment; <...> And note the cunning of the devil: well, enjoyment, pleasure, and so would know that the pleasure that the woman is a sweet piece. No, first the knights claimed that they worship women (worship and still look at it as the instrument of pleasure). Now I assure you that respect a woman. Some concede her place, raising her shawls; others acknowledge her right to borrowing all of the posts to participate in the Board etc. do It all, and look at it all the same. It is a tool of pleasure. Her body is a means of enjoyment. And she knows it. Still like slavery. Slavery because there is nothing like the use of some forced labor of many. <...> the same with the emancipation of women. Slavery women, only that people desire and think it is very good to use it as an instrument of pleasure. Well, here's a free woman, give her all sorts of rights equal to man, but continue to watch it as an instrument of enjoyment, and so educate her in childhood and public opinion. And here it is all the same Pinigina, depraved slave, and the man is still the same depraved slave owner.

After all, love is meant spiritual and not sensual. Well, if spiritual love, spiritual communion, it is words, conversations, conversations would have to say it is a spiritual fellowship. None of this was done. To say sometimes, when we're alone, terribly difficult. Some it was Sisyphean work. Only invent what to say, I will say, again, it is necessary to be silent, to think. To talk about it. All that can be said about the life awaiting us, device, plans, it was said, and then what?

Women staged from such leverage over the sensuality that a man cannot quietly treat a woman. <...> Why is gambling forbidden while women in prostitutionin-inducing sensuality of the outfits are banned? They are more dangerous than a thousand times!