"I love and can only love the earth I left behind...I never ceased to love that earth..." 
 This short story by Fyodor Dostoevsky is his Rousseauian vision for our world. A self-described ridiculous man is fed up with the world and decides to commit suicide, but just then-like out of a Frank Capra movie-something happens that makes him re-think, or in this case re-dream, all he thought he knew about the world around him. 
 From what I read of him previous, I never pegged F.D. as a Rousseau type, but he seems to be bringing up much of what was talked about in The Discourses and other works by the philosopher. In my own opinion Dostoevsky does a better job at arguing man's natural goodness than Rousseau himself. This is as good a happy-ending that you may ever find in a Dostoevsky story (at least given the ones I have read so far). 
 "The key phrase is, 'Love others as you love yourself.' And that's all there is to it. Nothing else is required...And if everyone wanted it, everything could be arranged immediately."