Book: Ward No. 6

For such a generous act as the destruction of oneself for the sake of the neighbor, need indignant, compassionate soul.

Free and deep thinking which strives for the comprehension of life, and complete contempt for the foolish bustle of the world, are the two benefits above which I never knew the man. And you can possess them, even though you lived for three bars.

Dostoevsky or Voltaire someone said that if it were not for God, it certainly would have invented people. And I firmly believe that if there is no immortality, then it will sooner or later invent the great human mind.

Nikita clean up after him, beats him terribly with all his might, not sparing his fists; and scared it's not that he's beaten up - you get used to it, and that it stupefied the animal does not respond to the beatings nor sound nor movement, nor with his eyes, but only sways slightly as a heavy barrel.

Andrey Yefimitch extremely loved intelligence and honesty, but to have near him an intelligent and honest life, he lacks character and faith in their right.

- No, I want to know why you in understanding, contempt for suffering and so consider myself competent? Did you suffered sometime? You have a concept of suffering? Allow: you as a child sec?
- No, my parents had an aversion to corporal punishment.
- My father flogged severely. My father was tough, hemorrhoidal the official, with a long nose and a yellow neck. But let's talk about you. All your life you have not put her finger on, no you are not intimidated, did not score; you are healthy as an ox. You grew up under the wing of his father and studied at his expense, and then immediately seized the sinecure. More than twenty years you have lived rent free with heating, lighting, and service, while having the right to work as much as you like, even to do nothing. By nature you are a flabby, lazy man, and therefore tried to arrange your life so that you didn't care and didn't budge. Case you've passed the paramedic and other bastards, and we were sitting in the heat but in silence, save money, books to read, delight yourself thinking about different stuff and the sublime (Ivan Dmitritch looked at the red nose doctor) vypivka. In short, you see, did not know her at all, and the reality is known only in theory. And you despise suffering and nothing surprised for a very simple reason: vanity of vanities, the external and internal contempt for life, suffering and death, the understanding, the true blessing - all that is philosophy, the most suitable for Russian couch potato. See, for example, as a man beats his wife. Why to stand up? Let beats, still both will die sooner or later; and beating besides beating offends the wrong person has, and himself. To get drunk is stupid, indecent, but to drink is to die, and not to drink is to die. Comes a woman, a toothache... Well, that? Pain have a sense of pain, without disease will not live in this world all die, and therefore go on, woman, away, do not bother me to think and to drink vodka. The young man asks for advice on what to do, how to live; before you answer, another thought would be, and there's the answer: seek to understand, or to the true good. And what is fantastic is the "true benefit"? The answer is no, of course. We are kept here behind bars, left to rot, will statuut, but that's fine and reasonable, because between this ward and a warm, cozy office there is no difference. A convenient philosophy: have nothing to do and a clear conscience, and you feel you are wise... No, sir, it is not a philosophy, not thinking, not breadth of vision, and laziness, Fagersta, sleepy stupor... Yeah! - again, angry with Ivan Dmitritch. Suffering despise, but I bet you shut the door the finger, it will scream loudly!

Teaching, preaching indifference to wealth, comforts of life, contempt for suffering and death, completely incomprehensible to the vast majority, as this majority knew neither riches, nor comforts in life; and to despise suffering would mean to him to despise the life, because the whole being of a person consists of feelings of hunger, cold, offense, loss and hamlet's fear of death. In these sensations of all life: it can be easy to hate her, but not to despise. Yeah, so, I repeat, the doctrine of the Stoics can never have a future, are progressing well, as you can see, from the beginning of the century to today struggle, sensitivity to pain, ability to respond to irritation...

The mind holds a sharp line between animal and man, hints at the divinity of the latter and to some extent even replaces him immortality, which is not. Based on this, the mind is the only possible source of pleasure. We don't see and hear around them crazy, it means that we are deprived of enjoyment.

Society has no higher interests, it leads a dull, meaningless life, the diversity of its violence, gross immorality and hypocrisy; the scoundrels fed and clothed, and fair feed on the crumbs.

The common man is waiting for good or bad from the outside, that is, from the carriages and Cabinet, and thinking - from himself.

How pleasant to lie motionless on the couch and realize that you are alone in the room! True happiness is impossible without solitude.

My illness is only that in twenty years I found the only place in town where a wise man, and he is crazy!

Life is an unfortunate trap. When a thinking man reaches maturity and comes into Mature consciousness, he involuntarily feels as if in a trap from which there is no escape.

And why hinder people dying if death is the normal and legitimate end of everyone?