The More Incompetent One Feels, The More

Life Had Stepped Into The Place Of Theory.

For All Is Like An Ocean, All Flows And Connects; Touch It In One Place And It Echoes At The Other End Of The World.

If She Had Ordered Me To Throw Myself Down Then, I Would Have Done It! If She Had Said It Only As A Joke, Said It With Contempt, Spitting On Me--even Then I Would Have Jumped!

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

Being At A Loss To Resolve These Questions, I Am Resolved To Leave Them Without Any Resolution.