The Brothers Karamazov: A Novel in Four Parts With Epilogue

There was something in him that told one, that convinced one (and it was so all his life afterwards) that he did not want to be a judge of men, that he would not take judgment upon himself and would not condemn anyone for

“You weren’t quite joking, that is true. This idea is not yet resolved in your heart and torments it. But a martyr, too, sometimes likes to toy with his despair, also from despair, as it were. For the time being you, too, are toying, out of despair, with your magazine articles and drawing-room discussions, without believing in your own dialectics a

If there was anyone to whom the brothers were indebted for their upbringing and education for the rest of their lives, it was to this Yefim Petrovich, a most generous and humane man, of a kind rarely found.

precisely the type of man who is not only worthless and depraved but muddleheaded as well—one of those muddleheaded people who still handle their own little business deals quite skillfully, if nothing else.

There is nothing more seductive for man than the freedom of his conscience, but there is nothing more tormenting either.

and transform, fully now and not falsely, into the idea of the regeneration of man anew, of his restoration and salvation … ?”

He had often felt anguish before, and it would be no wonder if it came at such a moment, when he was preparing, the very next day, having suddenly broken with everything that had drawn him there, to make another sharp turn, entering upon a new, completely unknown path, again quite as lonely as before, having much hope, but not knowing for what, exp

The whole world of knowledge is not worth the tears of that little child to ‘dear God.’

And this need for communality of worship is the chief torment of each man individually, and of mankind as a whole, from the beginning of the ages.