He felt like a man who, after straining his eyes to peer into the remote distance, finds what he was seeking at his very feet. All his life he had been looking over the heads of those around him, while he had only to look before him without straining his eyes. p 1320
Leo TolstoyI did not myself know what I wanted: I feared life, desired to escape from it, yet still hoped something of it.
Leo TolstoyWar is not a polite recreation but the vilest thing in life, and we ought to understand that and not play at war.
Leo Tolstoy