Men are so accustomed to maintaining external order by violence that they cannot conceive of life being possible without violence.
Leo TolstoyHe knew she was there by the joy and terror that took possession of his heart [...] Everything was lit up by her. She was the smile that brightened everything around.
Leo TolstoyAnd the light by which she had read the book filled with troubles, falsehoods, sorrow, and evil, flared up more brightly than ever before, lighted up for her all that had been in darkness, flickered, began to grow dim, and was quenched forever.
Leo TolstoyEvery man had his personal habits, passions, and impulses toward goodness, beauty, and truth.
Leo Tolstoy