"Stop it, Yevgeny...to hear you today, one can't help agreeing with those who reproach us for having no principles."
"You talk like your uncle. as a matter of fact principles don't exist- you haven't tumbled to that even yet- there are feelings. Everything depends on them."
"How's that?"
"Well, take me for instance: I adopt a negative attitude by virtue of something I feel. I life to reject, my brain's made that way, and there's no more to it. Why does chemistry interest me? Why are you fond of apples? It's also a matter of feeling. It's the same thing. Deeper than that men will never penetrate. Not every one will tell you so, and another time I shan't tell you so myself."
"What about integrity- is that a matter of feeling?"
"Of course!"
"Oh Yevgeny!" Arkady exclaimed sorrowfully.
"Well? What? Not to your taste, eh?" Bazarov broke in. "No, brother. Once you've made up your mind about something, you must go the whole hog. But we've philosophized enough."