Though I may not believe in the order of the universe, yet I love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring.
“Do you know I’ve been sitting here thinking to myself: that if I didn’t believe in life, if I lost faith in the woman I love, lost faith in the order of things, were convinced, in fact, that everything is a disorderly, damnable, and perhaps devil-ridden chaos, if I were struck by every horror of man’s disillusionment-still I should want to live and, having once tasted of the cup, I would not turn away from it till I had drained it! “
“Though I may not believe in the order of the universe, yet I love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring. I love the blue sky, I love some people, whom one loves you know sometimes without knowing why. I love some great deeds done by men, though I’ve long ceased perhaps to have faith in them, yet from old habit one’s heart prizes them.”
From Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky’s,
The Brothers Karamazov
Book 5, Chapt. 3. The Brothers Make Friends,