“I led the life of so many other so-called respectable people,—that is, in debauchery. And
like the majority, while leading the life of a debauche, I was convinced that I was a man of
irreproachable morality.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Thus the truth—that his life should be directed by the spiritual element which is its basis,
which manifests itself as love, and which is so natural to man—this truth, in order to force a
way to man’s consciousness, had to struggle not merely against the obscurity with which it
was expressed and the intentional and unintentional distortions surrounding it, but also against
deliberate violence, which by means of persecutions and punishments sought to compel men
to accept religious laws authorized by the rulers and conflicting with the truth.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“He walked down, for a long while avoiding looking at her as at the sun, but seeing her, as
one does the sun, without looking.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“after the murder of the duc there was one martyr more in heaven and one hero less on
earth”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“The difference between real material poison and intellectual poison is that most material
poison is disgusting to the taste, but intellectual poison, which takes the form of cheap
newspapers or bad books, can unfortunately sometimes be attractive.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“To evoke in oneself a feeling one has once experienced, and having evoked it in oneself,
then by means of movements, lines, colors, sounds, or forms expressed in words, so to
transmit that feeling that others may experience the same feeling - this is the activity of art.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“And not only the pride of intellect, but the stupidity of intellect. And, above all, the
dishonesty, yes, the dishonesty of intellect. Yes, indeed, the dishonesty and trickery of
intellect.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Life is everything. Life is God. Everything shifts and moves, and this movement is God.
And while there is life, there is delight in the self-awareness of the divinity. To love life is to
love God. The hardest and most blissful thing is to love this life in one's suffering, in the
guiltlessness of suffering.
                            
                             ―
                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A
quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is
easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one
hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books , music, love for one's neighbor - such is
my idea of happiness. And then, on top of all that, you for a mate, and children, perhaps - what
more can the heart of a man desire?
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“The latter part of her stay in Voronezh had been the happiest period in Princess Marya's
life. Her love for Rostov was not then a source of torment or agitation to her. That love had by
then filled her whole soul and become an inseparable part of herself, and she no longer
struggled against it. Of late Princess Marya was convinced- though she never clearly in so
many words admitted it to herself- that she loved and was beloved.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
But he had done neither the one nor the other, yet he continued to live, think, and feel, had
even at that very time got married, experienced many joys, and been happy whenever he was
not thinking of the meaning of his life.
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Vronsky saw nothing and no one. He felt himself as a king, not because she had made an
impression on Anna-he did not yet believe that-but because the impression she had made on
him gave him happiness and pride.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                                
                            
                                
“She put both her hands on his shoulders and gazed at him long, with a deep look of
ecstasy and yet searchingly. She scrutinized his face to make up for the time she had not
seen him. She compared, as she did at every interview with him, the image her fancy painted
of him (incomparably finer than, and impossible in actual existence) with his real self”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“And for him, who lived in a certain circle, and who required some mental activity such as
usually develops with maturity, having views was as necessary as having a hat.”
                            
                             ―
                                Leo Tolstoy