The more I detest men individually the more ardent becomes my love for humanity. Auteur: Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Quote More from Fyodor Dostoevsky “How thin she is in her coffin, how sharp her nose has grown! Her eyelashes lie …” “Very well, I agree that two and two make four is an excellent thing; but...two …” “When all are undressed, one is somehow not ashamed, but when one's the only one…” “He thought of nothing. Some thoughts or fragments of thoughts, some images with…”