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Russian author (1828–1910)

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Lev Nikolayevitch Tolstoy [Ле́в Никола́евич Толсто́й, usually rendered Leo Tolstoy, or sometimes Tolstoi] (9 September 1828 – 20 November 1910) was a Russian writer, philosopher and social activist (social critic), whose novels War and Peace and Anna Karenina are internationally praised classics of world literature. He was a major influence on the development of Christian anarchism and pacifism, contributing to such nonviolent resistance movements as those of Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Jr., and James Bevel.

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Pen Names: Л. Н. Т. • Л. Н.

Birth Name: Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy

Native Name: Лев Никола́евич Толсто́й

Alternative Names: Count Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy • Tolstoy, Leo, graf, 1828-1910 • Tolstoĭ, Lev Nikolaevich, graf, 1828-1910 • Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoĭ • Leo Tolstoi • Tolstoĭ, Lev Nikolaevich, graf • Tolstoy, Leo, graf

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He could not be mistaken. There were no other eyes like those in the world. There was only one creature in the world who could concentrate for him all the brightness and meaning of life. It was she. It was Kitty.

Morning 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?

Here I am alive, and it's not my fault, so I have to try and get by as best I can without hurting anybody until death takes over.

And you know, there's less charm in life when you think about death — but it's more peaceful.

As long as there are slaughter houses there will always be battlefields.

My principal sin is doubt. I doubt everything, and am in doubt most of the time.

There can be no peace for us, only misery, and the greatest happiness.

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One must be cunning and wicked in this world.

He looked at her as a man looks at a faded flower he has gathered, with difficulty recognizing in it the beauty for which he picked and ruined it. And in spite of this he felt that then, when his love was stronger, he could, if he had greatly wished it, have torn that love out of his heart; but now when as at that moment it seemed to him he felt no love for her, he knew that what bound him to her could not be broken.

The Kingdom of God is Within You,

In the midst of winter, I find within me the invisible summer...

All we can know is that we know nothing. And that's the height of human wisdom.

Music makes me forget my real situation. It transports me into a state which is not my own. Under the influence of music I really seem to feel what I do not feel, to understand what I do not understand, to have powers which I cannot have. Music seems to me to act like yawning or laughter; I have no desire to sleep, but I yawn when I see others yawn; with no reason to laugh, I laugh when I hear others laugh. And music transports me immediately into the condition of soul in which he who wrote the music found himself at that time.

Enough or not...it will have to do