Mark Knox

“That for which we find words is something already dead in our hearts”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“But the worst enemy you can meet will always be yourself; you lie in wait for yourself in caverns and forests. Lonely one, you are going the way to yourself! And your way goes past yourself, and past your seven devils! You will be a heretic to yourself and witch and soothsayer and fool and doubter and unholy one and villain. You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame: how could you become new, if you had not first become ashes?”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

“Connoisseurs of Russian beauty could have foretold with certainty that this fresh, still youthful beauty would lose its harmony by the age of thirty, would “spread”; that the face would become puffy, and that wrinkles would very soon appear upon her forehead and round the eyes; the complexion would grow coarse and red perhaps—in fact, that it was the beauty of the moment, the fleeting beauty which is so often met with in Russian women.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“So I shall tell Mitya how you kissed my hand, but I didn't kiss yours at all. And how he will laugh!” “Vile slut! Go away!”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov