Constance Garnett

He felt utterly broken: darkness and confusion were in his soul.

I am talking too much. It’s because I chatter that I do nothing. Or perhaps it is that I chatter because I do nothing

He had become so completely absorbed in himself, and isolated from his fellows that he dreaded meeting, not only his landlady, but anyone at all.

Why am I going there now? Am I capable of that? Is that serious? It is not serious at all. It’s simply a fantasy to amuse myself; a plaything! Yes, maybe it is a plaything.”

Soon he sank into deep thought, or more accurately speaking into a complete blankness of mind;

At these moments he would become conscious that his ideas were sometimes in a tangle

“Let you go? You dare tell me to let you go? Do you know what I’ll do with you directly? I’ll pick you up, tie you up in a bundle, carry you home under my arm and lock you up!”

Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth,”

Then a man may do nothing but harm to his neighbour in this world, and is prevented from doing the tiniest bit of good by trivial conventional formalities.

It would be interesting to know what it is men are most afraid of.