“But she did not take her eyes from the wheels of the second car. And exactly at the
moment when the midpoint between the wheels drew level with her, she threw away the red
bag, and drawing her head back into her shoulders, fell on her hands under the car, and with a
light movement, as though she would rise immediately, dropped on her knees. And at the
instant she was terror-stricken at what she was doing. 'Where am I? What am I doing? What
for?' She tried to get up, to throw herself back; but something huge and merciless struck her
on the head and dragged her down on her back
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“I do not live when I loose belief in the existence of God. I should long ago have killed
myself had I not had a dim hope of finding Him. I live really live only when I feel him and seek
Him”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“And so there was no single cause for war, but it happened simply because it had to
happen”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“That one must either explain life to oneself so that it does not seem to be an evil mockery
by some sort of devil, or one must shoot oneself.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“We are forced to fall back on fatalism as an explanation of irrational events (that is to say,
events the reasonableness of which we do not understand).”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                                
                            
                                
“The most difficult subjects can be explained to the most slow- witted man if he has not
formed any idea of them already; but the simplest thing cannot be made clear to the most
intelligent man if he is firmly persuaded that he knows already, without a shadow of doubt,
what is laid before him.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
In those days also people loved, envied, sought truth and virtue, and where carried away by
passions; and there was the same complex mental and moral life among the upper classes,
where were in some instances even more refined than now. If we have come to believe in the
perversity and coarse violence of that period, that is only because the traditions, memoirs,
stories, and novels that have been handed to us, record for the most part exceptional cases of
violence and brutality. To suppose that the predominant characteristic of that period was
turbulence, is as unjust as it would before a man, seeing nothing but the tops of trees beyond
a hill, to conclude that there was nothing to be found in that locality but trees.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Love them that hate you, but you can't love those you hate.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“what time can be more beautiful than the one in which the finest virtues, innocent
cheerfulness and indefinable longing for love constitute the sole motives of your life?”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                                
                            
                                
“[Pierre] involuntarily started comparing these two men, so different and at the same time
so similar, because of the love he had for both of them, and because both had lived and both
had died.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Freethinkers are those who are willing to use their minds without prejudice and without
fearing to understand things that clash with their own customs, privileges, or beliefs. This state
of mind is not common, but it is essential for right thinking; where it is absent, discussion is apt
to become worse than useless.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Come, what did I say, repeat it? he would ask. But I could never repeat anything, so
ludicrous it seemed that he should talk to me, not of himself or me, but of something else, as
though it mattered what happened outside us. Only much later I began to have some slight
understanding of his cares and to be interested in them.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“That which constitutes the cause of the economic poverty of our age is what the English
call over-production (which means that a mass of things are made which are of no use to
anybody, and with which nothing can be done).”
                            
                             ―
                                Leo Tolstoy