"I did not know how to become anything; neither spiteful nor kind, neither a rascal nor an honest man, neither a hero nor an insect. Now, I am living out my life in my corner, taunting myself with the spiteful and useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot become anything seriously, and it is only the fool who becomes anything."
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Notes from Underground, 1864
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Notes from Underground, 1864