Being In Love Doesn't Mean Loving.

The Degree Of Civilization In A Society Can Be Judged By Entering Its Prisons.

He Who Desires To See The Living God Face-to-face Should Not Seek Him In The Empty, Firmament Of His Mind, But In Human Love.

Generally Speaking, Our Prisoners Were Capable Of Loving Animals, And If They Had Been Allowed They Would Have Delighted To Rear Large Numbers Of Domestic Animals And Birds In The Prison. And I Wonder What Other Activity Could Better Have Softened And Refined Their Harsh And Brutal Natures Than This. But It Was Not Allowed. Neither The Regulations Nor The Nature Of The Prison Made It Possible.

Your Hand Is Cold, Mine Burns Like Fire. How Blind You Are, Nastenka!

God Knows What Lives In Me In Place Of Me.