“Two times two will be four even without my will. Is that what you call man's free will?”

“But gentlemen, what sort of free choice will there be when it comes down to tables and arithmetic, when all that’s left is two times two makes four? Two times two makes four even without my will. Is that what you call free choice?"— Fyodor Dostoyevsky”

“Twice two is four is, in my opinion, nothing but impudence.”

“You don't need free will to determine that twice two is four. That's not what I call free will.”

“For what is man without desires, without free will, and without the power of choice but a stop in an organ pipe?”

“Twice two makes four seems to me simply a piece of insolence. Twice two makes four is a pert coxcomb who stands with arms akimbo barring your path and spitting.”

“Twice two is four is not life, gentlemen, but the beginning of death.”