Character: Fyodor Dostoevsky

I killed a man, but they didn’t give me an indulgence, because it was the first line of the novel, an imitation of Dostoevsky’s Raskolnikov.

Everyone should be human and treat others as person to person.

Shyness and utter lack of self-initiative constantly believe we have the biggest and best sign of a person that is practical - even and now considered. But why only blame myself - if only to read this opinion for the prosecution? Lack of originality, everywhere, all over the world, from time immemorial, has always been considered the foremost quality and the recommendation of the person, efficient and practical, and at least ninety-nine hundredths of the people (it is something at least) always was in these thoughts, and perhaps only one-hundredth of the people constantly staring and looking different.

If Russian will tell you that he does not love the Motherland, do not believe him, he's not Russian.

His doctrine was that man, doing mystical work, should divide themselves into the book and its reader. The book is all the tremors of our spirit, all the impulses and uneasiness, all our thoughts, fears, hopes. Their Solovyov likened senseless and terrible novel masked madman, an evil genius and we can't break away from these black pages. But, instead of having to flip through them day after day, you should find the reader. Merging with him is the highest spiritual goal.