Prince Lev Nikolayevich Myshkin

I was raised in quiet, among the sick and the gentle. When I came back to St. Petersburg, I found a world of sharp eyes and sharper words. They laughed, called me 'idiot' for my pains. But what is wisdom when it forgets kindness? I loved where I should not, spoke when I should have been silent. My heart is too wide for this narrow world, and I suffer — as all hearts must who feel too much.