A man's every action is inevitably conditioned by what surrounds him and by his own body.
Leo TolstoyMorning or night, Friday or Sunday, made no difference, everything was the same: the gnawing, excruciating, incessant pain; that awareness of life irrevocably passing but not yet gone; that dreadful, loathsome death, the only reality, relentlessly closing in on him; and that same endless lie. What did days, weeks, or hours matter?
Leo TolstoyThere is no significant idea which cannot be explained to an intelligent twelve year old boy in fifteen minutes.
Leo Tolstoy