“Kind people help each other even without noticing that they are doing so, and evil people
act against each other on purpose. —CHINESE PROVERB”
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Leo Tolstoy
“All great literature is one of two stories; a man goes on a journey or a stranger comes to
town.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“How strange it was to think that he, who such a short time ago dared not believe in the
happiness of her loving him, now felt unhappy because she loved him too much!”
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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
“the same question arose in every soul: "For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed?"
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Leo Tolstoy
“The more is given the less the people will work for themselves, and the less they work the
more their poverty will increase.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“You say: I am not free. But I have raised and lowered my arm. Everyone understands that
this illogical answer is an irrefutable proof of freedom.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“There are two aspects," Alexey Alexandrovitch resumed: "those who take part and those
who look on; and love for such spectacles is an unmistakable proof of a low degree of
development in the spectator, I admit, but . . .”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Everything I know...I know because I love"
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Leo Tolstoy
“One must do one of two tings: either admit that the existing order of society is just, and
then stick up for one's rights in it;or acknowledge that you are enjoying unjust privileges, as i
do, and then enjoy them and be satisfied.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Nothing is so necessary for a young man as the company of intelligent women.
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Leo Tolstoy
“It was only at her prayers that she felt able to think calmly and clearly either of Prince
Andrey or Anatole, with a sense that her feelings for them were as nothing compared with her
feel of worship and awe of God.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Olenin always took his own path and had an unconscious objection to the beaten tracks.”
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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
