"Not a word, not a movement of yours will I ever forget, nor can I...”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Speech is silver but silence is golden.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“If there is a God and future life, there is truth and good, and man's highest happiness
consists in striving to attain them. We must live, we must love, and we must believe that we
live not only today on this scrap of earth, but have lived and shall live”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Art is not a handicraft; it is the transmission of feeling the artist has experienced.
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Leo Tolstoy
“The further one goes, the better the land seems. ”
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Leo Tolstoy
“It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“The subject of history is the life of peoples and mankind.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“To say that a work of art is good, but incomprehensible to the majority of men, is the same
as saying of some kind of food that it is very good but that most people can’t eat it.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“[...most men do not try] to recognize the truth, but to persuade themselves that the life they
are leading, which is what they like and are used to, is a life perfectly consistent with truth.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Just when the question of how to live had become clearer to him, a new insoluble problem
presented itself - Death.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“But every acquisition that is disproportionate to the labor spent on it is dishonest.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Art is the uniting of the subjective with the objective, of nature with reason, of the
unconscious with the conscious, and therefore art is the highest means of knowledge.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“He was not to blame for being born with an irrepressible charachter and a mind some how
constrained.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Chance created the situation; genius made use of it.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Formerly...when he tried to do anything for the good of everybody, for humanity...for the
whole village, he had noticed that the thoughts of it were agreeable, but the activity itself was
always unsatisfactory; there was no full assurance that the work was really necessary, and the
activity itself, which at first seemed so great, ever lessened and lessened till it vanished. But
now...when he began to confine himself more and more to living for himself, though he no
longer felt any joy at the thought of his activity, he felt confident that his work was necessary,
saw that it progressed far better than formerly, and that it was always growing more and
more.”
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Leo Tolstoy
