Fyodor Dostoevsky
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky; 11 November 1821 – 9 February 1881), sometimes transliterated Dostoevsky, was a Russian novelist, short story writer, essayist, journalist and philosopher. Dostoyevsky's literary works explore human psychology in the troubled political, social, and spiritual atmosphere of 19th-century Russia, and engage with a variety of philosophical and religious themes...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth11 November 1821
CityMoscow, Russia
romantic order romance
In order to love simply, it is necessary to know how to show love.
cutting reality doe
Reality is infinitely diverse, compared with even the subtlest conclusions of abstract thought, and does not allow of clear-cut and sweeping distinctions. Reality resists classification.
men sick spiteful
I am a sick man...I am a spiteful man. I am a most unpleasant man.
might turns
...it all, maybe, most likely, indeed, might turn out for the best.
depression mad mental-illness
I have a plan-to go mad.
discovery knowing world
It wasn't the New World that mattered...Columbus died almost without seeing it; and not really knowing what he had discovered. It's life that matters, nothing but life — the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself, at all.
confused taste inappropriate
Of course my jokes are in poor taste, inappropriate, and confused; they reveal my lack of security. But that is because I have no respect for myself.
earth rational ifs
If everything on earth were rational, nothing would happen.
ocean echoes world
For all is like an ocean, all flows and connects; touch it in one place and it echoes at the other end of the world.
distance noble neighbor
Beggars, especially noble beggars, should never show themselves in the street; they should ask for alms through the newspapers. It's still possible to love one's neighbor abstractly, and even occasionally from a distance, but hardly ever up close.
life men answers
But what can a decent man speak of with most pleasure? Answer: Of himself. Well, so I will talk about myself.
stupid reality honest
The more stupid one is, the closer one is to reality. The more stupid one is, the clearer one is. Stupidity is brief and artless, while intelligence squirms and hides itself. Intelligence is unprincipled, but stupidity is honest and straightforward.
vipers brothers-karamazov
Viper will eat viper, and it would serve them both right!
sun brothers-karamazov ifs
I can see the sun, but even if I cannot see the sun, I know that it exists. And to know that the sun is there - that is living.