Book 3 Chapter 28 A New Life Dawns for Nekhludoff

Nekhludoff did not go to bed, but went up and down his room for a
long time. His business with Katusha was at an end. He was not
wanted, and this made him sad and ashamed. His other business was
not only unfinished, but troubled him more than ever and demanded
his activity. All this horrible evil that he had seen and learned
to know lately, and especially to-day in that awful prison, this
evil, which had killed that dear Kryltzoff, ruled and was
triumphant, and he could foreseen possibility of conquering or
even knowing how to conquer it. Those hundreds and thousands of
degraded human beings locked up in the noisome prisons by
indifferent generals, procureurs, inspectors, rose up in his
imagination; he remembered the strange, free old man accusing the
officials, and therefore considered mad, and among the corpses
the beautiful, waxen face of Kryltzoff, who had died in anger.
And again the question as to whether he was mad or those who
considered they were in their right minds while they committed
all these deeds stood before him with renewed force and demanded
an answer.

Tired of pacing up and down, tired of thinking, he sat down on
the sofa near the lamp and mechanically opened the Testament
which the Englishman had given him as a remembrance, and which he
had thrown on the table when he emptied his pockets on coming in.

"It is said one can find an answer to everything here," he
thought, and opened the Testament at random and began reading
Matt. xviii. 1-4: "In that hour came the disciples unto Jesus,
saying, Who then is greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven? And He
called to Him a little child, and set him in the midst of them,
and said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye turn and become as
little children, ye shall in nowise enter into the Kingdom of
Heaven. Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little
child the same is the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven."