Sunday, January 17, 2016

Notes from Underground

Man only likes to count his troubles; he doesn't calculate his happiness.”

Talking nonsense is the sole privilege mankind possesses over the other organisms. It's by talking nonsense that one gets to the truth! I talk nonsense, therefore I'm human

The whole work of man really seems to consist in nothing but proving to himself every minute that he is a man and not a piano key.

I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.

I swear to you gentlemen, that to be overly conscious is a sickness, a real, thorough sickness.

To love is to suffer and there can be no love otherwise.

I am alone, I thought, and they are everybody.

Can a man of perception respect himself at all?

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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