He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it
Leo TolstoyIf once we admit, be it for a single hour or in a single instance, that there can be anything more important than compassion for a fellow human being, then there is no crime against man that we cannot commit with an easy conscience.
Leo TolstoyPerfection is impossible without humility. Why should I strive for perfection, if I am already good enough?
Leo Tolstoy