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Although your mind works, your heart is darkened with depravity and without a pure heart there can be no complete and true consciousness

Fyodor Dostoevsky

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Fyodor Dostoevsky
Age: 60 †
Born: 1821
Born: January 1
Died: 1881
Died: January 1
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Fyodor Mikhaylovich Dostoievski
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