And Though I Suffer For

Because I'm A Karamazov. Because When I Fall Into The Abyss, I Go Straight Into It, Head Down And Heels Up, And I'm Even Pleased That I'm Falling In Just Such A Humiliating Position, And For Me I Find It Beautiful.

Only The Heart Knows How To Find What Is Precious.

You See I Kept Asking Myself Then: Why Am I So Stupid That If Others Are Stupid—and I Know They Are—yet I Won't Be Wiser?

Catch Several Hares And You Won't Catch One.

There Is Not A Thing That Is More Positive Than Bread.