Borisde Schloezer

Fyodor Dostoevsky

«Chacun de vous a une lourde tâche à accomplir. Vous êtes appelés à rénover une société décrépite et puante : que cette pensée stimule continuellement votre courage ! Tous vos efforts doivent tendre à ce que tout s'écroule, l'État et sa morale. Nous resterons seuls debout, nous qui nous sommes préparés depuis longtemps à prendre le pouvoir en main. Nous nous annexerons les gens intelligents, et pour ce qui est des imbéciles, nous monterons sur leur dos. Cela ne doit pas vous troubler. Il nous faudra rééduquer la génération actuelle pour la rendre digne de la liberté.»
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Les Démons

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“God is necessary, and therefore must exist... But I know that he does not and cannot exist... Don't you understand that a man with these two thoughts cannot go on living?“

Stas

Om et skip går under, er rottene de første som forlater det. 

Evan

Stepan Trofimovich knew how to reach into his young friend's heart and pluck the deepest chords and evoke in him the first, still vague sense of that eternal, sacred anguish which some elected souls, once having tasted and known it, would never again exchange for some cheap gratification.

According to his wife, when Dostoyevsky was suffering from toothache, he insisted that the pain was caused by the proximity to Lake Geneva and that he had read about this somewhere.

A large fire at night always creates an exciting and exhilarating impression. That explains the appeal of fireworks; but there the fires are arranged in elegant, symmetrical patterns, and because they are completely harmless, they produce a playful and happy impression, like a glass of champagne. A real fire is another matter: here the horror and a certain sense of personal danger, coupled with the exhilarating impression created by a nighttime fire, produces in the onlooker (not, of course, in the householder who has been completely burnt out) a certain concussion of the brain, and a challenge, as it were, to his own destructive instincts, which - alas! - lurk in every heart, even in the heart of the meekest titular councillor with a loving family.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, if he weren't in love with you like a sheep, he wouldn't be running around the streets like a madman and wouldn't be stirring up all the dogs in town. He broke my window frame.

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