William Murphy

“Sometimes I went and climbed the mountain and stood there in the midst of the solitude and the fir trees, all alone in the silence, with our little village in the distance, and the sky so blue, and the sun so bright, and an old ruined castle in the distance. I used to watch the line where earth and sky met, and long to go and seek there for some great city where life should be grander and newer than our own—and then it struck me that life may be grand enough even in a prison.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

“You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. For what are your possessions but things you keep and guard for fear you may need them tomorrow?”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

“But what will become of men then?’ I asked him, ‘without God and immortal life? All things are lawful then, they can do what they like?”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“—there is a depth of happiness in which the painfullest and gloomiest do not operate as antitheses, but as conditioned, as demanded in the sense of necessary shades of colour in such an overflow of light.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra