"--and can one really, in fact, be unhappy? Oh, what is my grief, what is my sorrow, if I am capable of being happy? Do you know, I don't understand how one can walk past a tree and not be happy that one sees it? Talk to a man and not be happy that one loves him! Oh, it's only that I'm not able to express it... but how many such beautiful things there are at every step, that even the most hopeless man finds to be beautiful? Look at a child, look at God's sunrise, look at the dear grass, how it grows! Look at the eyes that gaze at you and love you..." - Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot
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