Whatever our fate is or may be, we have made it and do not complain of it." - Vronksy {Anna Karenina}

The more is given the less the people will work for themselves, and the less they work the more their poverty will increase.

It's all God's will: you can die in your sleep, and God can spare you in battle.

If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.

One ought only to write when one leaves a piece of one's own flesh in the inkpot, each time one dips one's pen.

I felt a wish never to leave that room - a wish that dawn might never come, that my present frame of mind might never change.

But the older he grew and the more intimately he came to know his brother, the oftener the thought occurred to him that the power of working for the general welfare – a power of which he felt himself entirely destitute – was not a virtue but rather a lack of something: not a lack of kindly honesty and noble desires and tastes, but a lack of the power of living, of what is called heart – the aspiration which makes a man choose one out of all the innumerable paths of life that present themselves, and desire that alone.