“The assertion that you are in falsehood and I am in truth ist the most cruel thing one man
can say to another”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Universal military service may be compared to the efforts of a man to prop up his falling
house who so surrounds it and fills it with props and buttresses and planks and scaffolding
that he manages to keep the house standing only by making it impossible to live in it.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“You can love a person dear to you with a human love, but an enemy can only be loved with
divine love.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“the superfluity of the comforts of like destroys all joy in satisfying one's needs, while great
freedom in the choice of occupation...is just what makes the choice of occupation insoluble
difficult and destroys the need and even the possibility of having an occupation.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Our existence is now so entirely in contradiction with the doctrine of Jesus, that only with
the greatest difficulty can we understand its meaning. We have been so deaf to the rules of life
that he has given us, to his explanations,—not only when he commands us not to kill, but
when he warns us against anger, when he commands us not to resist evil, to turn the other
cheek, to love our enemies; we are so accustomed to speak of a body of men especially
organized for murder, as a Christian army, we are so accustomed to prayers addressed to the
Christ for the assurance of victory, we who have made the sword, that symbol of murder, an
almost sacred object (so that a man deprived of this symbol, of his sword, is a dishonored
man); we are so accustomed, I say, to this, that the words of Jesus seem to us compatible
with war. We say, "If he had forbidden it, he would have said so plainly." We forget that Jesus
did not foresee that men having faith in his doctrine of humility, love, and fraternity, could ever,
with calmness and premeditation, organize themselves for the murder of their brethren.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                                
                            
                                
“He felt that now over his every word, his every deed, there was a judge, a judgment, which
was dearer to him than the judgments of all the people in the world. He spoke now, and along
with his words he considered the impression his words would make on Natasha. He did not
deliberately say what would be please her, but whatever he said, he judged himself from her
point of view.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“I always loved you, and if one loves anyone, one loves the whole person, just as they are and
not as one would like them to be. -Dolly
                            
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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
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“All we can know is that we know nothing. And that's the height of human wisdom.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“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
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“The best stories don't come from "good vs. bad" but "good vs. good.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“True life is lived when tiny changes occur.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“When a man sees a dying animal, horror comes over him: that which he himself is, his
essence, is obviously being annihilated before his eyes--is ceasing to be. But when the dying
one is a person, and a beloved person, then, besides a sense of horror at the annihilation of
life, there is a feeling of severance and a spiritual wound which, like a physical wound,
sometimes kills and sometimes heals, but always hurts and fears any external, irritating
touch.”
                            
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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