Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment
Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.
He knew me by heart. It infuriated me that he knew me by heart.
And what’s strange, what would be marvelous, is not that God should really exist; the marvel is that such an idea, the idea of the necessity of God, could enter the head of such a savage, vicious beast as man.