“The man who ten years earlier and one year later was considered a bandit and outlaw is sent a two-day sail from France, to an island given into his possession, with his guards and several million, which are paid to him for some reason.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“I think...if so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“There had been in his past, as in every man's, actions, recognized by him as bad, for which his conscience ought to have tormented him; but the memory of these evil actions was far from causing him so much suffering as those trivial but humiliating reminiscences.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“As long as there are slaughter houses there will always be battlefields.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“But any acquisition that doesn't correspond to the labour expended is dishonest”

― Leo Tolstoy

“I don't allow myself to doubt myself even for a moment.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“The same talk, the same thoughts, and always about the same things! And they are all satisfied and confident that it should be so, and will go on living like that till they die.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“I can’t think of you and myself apart. You and I are the same to me”

― Leo Tolstoy

“He had learned that, as there is no situation in the world in which a man can be happy and perfectly free, so there is no situation in which he can be perfectly unhappy and unfree.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“Whatever we may say about the soul going to the sky... we know there is no sky but only an atmosphere.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“Everything ends in death, everything. Death is terrible.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“Speech is silver but silence is golden.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“Just as a painter needs light in order to put the finishing touches to his picture, so I need an inner light, which I feel I never have enough of in the autumn.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“Self-conceit is a sentiment entirely incompatible with genuine sorrow, and it is so firmly engrafted on human nature that even the most profound sorrow can seldom expel it altogether. Vanity in sorrow expresses itself by a desire to appear either stricken with grief or unhappy or brave: and this ignoble desire which we do not acknowledge but which hardly ever leaves us even in the deepest trouble robs our grief of its strength, dignity and sincerity.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“The sole meaning of life is to serve humanity.”

― Leo Tolstoy


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