“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
“If everyone fought for their own convictions there would be no war.
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Leo Tolstoy
“It's not given to people to judge what's right or wrong. People have eternally been mistaken
and will be mistaken, and in nothing more than in what they consider right and wrong.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“The march of humanity, springing as it does from an infinite multitude of individual wills, is
continuous.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Some one dear to one can be loved with human love; but an enemy can only be loved with
divine love.”
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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
“The law of God is not to return evil for evil; indeed, if you try in this way to stamp out
wickedness it will come upon you all the stronger. It is not difficult for you to kill the man, but
his blood will surely stain your own soul. You may think you have killed a bad man--that you
have gotten rid of evil--but you will soon find out that the seeds of still greater wickedness
have been planted within you.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“All is over...I have nothing but you, remember that.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Speech is silver but silence is golden.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Well, pray if you like, only you'd do better to use your judgment.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“We love people not so much for the good they've done us, as for the good we've done
them.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like
the sun, even without looking.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“As though tears were the indispensable oil without which the machinery of mutual
confidence could not run smoothly between the two sister, the sisters after their tears talked,
not of what was uppermost in their minds, but though they talked of outside matters, they
understood each other.”
―
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
“Our profession is dreadful, writing corrupts the soul.”
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Leo Tolstoy
