The Lord had given them the day and the Lord had given them the strength. And the day and the strength had been dedicated to labor, and the labor was its reward. Who was the labor for? What would be its fruits? These were irrelevant and idle questions.
Leo TolstoyUnder the influence of music, it seems that I feel what I do not really feel, that I understand what I do not understand, that I do what I cannot do.
Leo TolstoyCan it be that I have not lived as one ought?" suddenly came into his head. "But how not so, when I've done everything as it should be done?
Leo Tolstoy