By words one transmits thoughts to another, by means of art, one transmits feelings.

To evoke in oneself a feeling one has once experienced, and having evoked it in oneself, then by means of movements, lines, colors, sounds, or forms expressed through words, so to convey this so that others may experience the same feeling - this is the activity of art.

Her maternal instinct told her Natasha had too much of something, and because of this she would not be happy

Am I mad, to see what others do not see, or are they mad who are responsible for all that I am seeing?

Man is meant for happiness and this happiness is in him, in the satisfaction of the daily needs of his existence.

A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor — such is my idea of happiness.

She did not want to talk of her sorrow, but with that sorrow in her heart she could not talk of outside matters.