the same question arose in every soul: "For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed?"... p982
Leo TolstoyLife consists in penetrating the unknown, and fashioning our actions in accord with the new knowledge thus acquired.
Leo Tolstoythe same question arose in every soul: "For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed?"... p982
Leo TolstoyLife consists in penetrating the unknown, and fashioning our actions in accord with the new knowledge thus acquired.
Leo Tolstoy