The truest sentence I’ve come across in Russian is when Dostoevsky wrote that the Russian people seem to relish in their suffering.
Russian is a language with which the most insufferable people have convinced themselves that because every word can rhyme to the sound of its own steel cage, they have unique access to both beauty and truth.
And to learn Russian is to be subjected to a violent shaking within that cage by prisoners who throw you against the bars that they have become enamored by, as if the more one suffers from the language the more one knows Russian.
Dostoevsky also wrote that happiness is bought by suffering. Considering how much he wrote, he must have been the happiest son of a bitch that ever lived.