One Word Of Truth Outweighs The Whole

I Can Say Without Affectation That I Belong To The Russian Convict World No Less Than I Do To Russian Literature. I Got My Education There, And It Will Last Forever.

If So Far We Have Been Unable To See Clearly Or To Reflect The Eternal Lineaments Of Truth, Is It Not Because We Too Are Still Moving Towards Some End-because We Are Still Alive?

It Was Only When I Lay There On The Rotting Prison Straw That I Sensed Within Myself The First Stirrings Of Good. Gradually It Was Disclosed To Me That The Line Separating Good And Evil Passes Not Between States Nor Between Social Classes Nor Between Political Parties, But Right Through Every Human Heart, Through All Human Hearts. And That Is Why I Turn Back To The Years Of My Imprisonment And Say, Sometimes To The Astonishment Of Those About Me, Bless You, Prison, For Having Been A Part Of My Life.

Human Nature, If It Changes At All, Changes Not Much Faster Than The Geological Face Of The Earth.

A Strong Man Never Loses His Head In Defeat Or Despondency.