Love a man, even in his sin, for that love is a likeness of the divine love, and is the summit of love on earth. - Fyodor Dostoyevsky

I consider you the most honest and truthful of men, more honest and truthful than anyone; and if they say that your mind . . . that is, that you're sometimes afflicted in your mind, it's unjust. I made up my mind about that, and disputed with others, because, though you really are mentally afflicted (you won't be angry with that, of course; I'm speaking from a higher point of view), yet the mind that matters is better in you than in any of them. It's something, in fact, they have never dreamed of. For there are two sorts of mind: one that matters, and one that doesn't matter.

Who consciously throws himself into the water or onto the knife?

A fool with a heart and no sense is just as unhappy as a fool with sense and no heart.