Book: De Profundis. Page 4

Person to just have to get myself his own head and his own conscience. What is the point to explain to him what he felt, to understand not!?

Suffering is a continuous, never-ending moment. It is impossible to divide for days, months, seasons. We can only notice the different nuances and to establish the sequence in which they are repeated. We have here time itself stopped in its forward move. Instead, it is a circle revolving around a single centre of pain. Above us reigns the paralyzing immobility of life, a constant routine in which every detail has its place, we eat, drink, go out for a walk, lay down and pray (or at least kneel for prayer) in accordance with someone's established rules and regulations of the iron.

Hatred, if we talk about it from a philosophical point of view, is the eternal denial, but from the point of view of the senses is one of the types of atrophy, because Hate kills everything except itself.

Nature small defeated a deep nature - an example of tyranny of the weaker over the stronger. And as I wrote in one of his plays, "the only form of tyranny from which to get impossible."

Life is not divided into little things and important things. Everything in life is equally important.

A person commits the fatal error, not because behaving recklessly (minutes when the person is reckless can bring him the greatest good luck in life) but just from excessive rationality. That's the main reason for stupid things.

Love is nourished by the imagination and therefore makes us wiser than we ourselves suspect, better than we ourselves think, nobler than we really are. It helps to understand life in all its fullness; she, and she alone enables us to understand other people and their relationships in the worldly and spiritual spheres. The only one that can perfectly nourish Love, whereas Hatred can be anything.

Only love can explain the incredible overabundance of suffering, which filled the whole world.

We call the age is utilitarian, and yet we are not able to use any single thing in the world. We have forgotten that Water can cleanse, and Fire purify, and Earth - to be a mother. Therefore, our Art belongs to the moon and plays with shadows, while Greek Art belonging to the Sun, was dealing with real objects. I'm sure the forces of the elements are cleansing, and I want to return to them and live among them. Of course, such a modern man like me, it's always nice even just to look at the world. I tremble with joy when I think that at the day of my release from prison in the gardens will bloom and broom, and lilacs, and I see the wind rush in flowing gold of the broom and the world around me will become an Arab fairy tale.

Of course the sinner must repent. But why? Only because without this he will fail to realize the fact that you have made. A moment of expiation is the moment of passage. The path to preobragenia own past. Most people find it difficult to understand this idea. I think to understand it, you need to go to jail. And if so, it was worth going to jail.

Idiot in the eyes of God and the idiot in the eyes of the people is not the same thing.

Suffering for us is the means of existence, because it is the only way to know we are still alive, and remembrance of our past suffering, we need, as responsibility, as an indication that we remained ourselves.

The worst in man - the inability or unwillingness to look truth in the eye.

Renounce your past means to close a path to the future.