“Speech is silver but silence is golden.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.
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Leo Tolstoy
“...the majority of men do not think in order to know the truth, but in order to assure
themselves that the life which they lead, and which is agreeable and habitual to them, is the
one which coincides with the truth.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“He was fond of angling, and seemed proud of being able to like such a stupid occupation.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Now that Vronsky had deceived her, she was prepared to love Levin and to hate Vronsky.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Historians are like deaf people who go on answering questions that no one has asked
them.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“I'll tell you truly: I value my thought and work terribly, but in essence - think about it - this
whole world of ours is just a bit of mildew that grew over a tiny planet. And we think we can
have something great - thoughts, deeds! They're all grains of sand”
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Leo Tolstoy
“A little muzhik was working on the railroad, mumbling in his beard.
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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
“Every man and every living creature has a sacred right to the gladness of springtime.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“To live in the needs of the day, find forgetfulness.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Music makes me forget my real situation. It transports me into a state which is not my own.
Under the influence of music I really seem to feel what I do not feel, to understand what I do
not understand, to have powers which I cannot have. Music seems to me to act like yawning
or laughter; I have no desire to sleep, but I yawn when I see others yawn; with no reason to
laugh, I laugh when I hear others laugh. And music transports me immediately into the
condition of soul in which he who wrote the music found himself at that time. ~The Kreutzer
Sonata”
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Leo Tolstoy
“And the moujiks? How do the moujiks die?”
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Leo Tolstoy
“He had the unlucky capacity many men have of seeing and believing in the possibility of
goodness and truth, but of seeing the evil and falsehood of life too clearly to take any serious
part in it.”
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Leo Tolstoy
