Fyodor Dostoevsky (1821-1881) ::

For man sometimes loves suffering terribly much, to the point of passion, and that is a fact. Here there’s not even any need to consult world history; just ask yourself, if you’re a human being and have had any life at all. As for my personal opinion, to love just well-being alone is even somehow indecent. Whether it’s good or bad, it’s sometimes also very … Continue reading Fyodor Dostoevsky (1821-1881) ::