Leo Tolstoy

That one must either explain life to oneself so that it does not seem to be an evil mockery by some sort of devil, or one must shoot oneself.

Nice passion is reading.

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.

I think the motive force of all our action is, after all, personal happiness.

Everything comes in time to him who knows how to wait . . . There is nothing stronger than these two: patience and time, they will do it all.

...Those children were already beginning to repay her care by affording her small joys. These joys were so trifling as to be as imperceptible as grains of gold among the sand, and in moments of depression she saw nothing but sand; yet there were brighter moments when she felt nothing but joy, saw nothing but the gold.

Power is a word the meaning of which we do not understand.

There are such repulsive faces in the world.

Our life has been joined, not by man, but by God. That union can only be severed by a crime, and a crime of that nature brings its own chastisement.