If one waits for everyone to get wiser it will take too long.

“Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!”

“And so in that very shame I suddenly begin a hymn.”

“I drink because I wish to multiply my sufferings.”

“Nie jestem tchórzem. Tchórzem jest ten kto się boi i ucieka a ja się boję, ale …”