Leo Tolstoy

Be bad, but at least don’t be a liar, a deceiver!

Historians are like deaf people who go on answering questions that no one has asked them.

All the diversity, all the charm, and all the beauty of life are made up of light and shade.

All great literature is one of two stories; a man goes on a journey or a stranger comes to town.

We can know only that we know nothing. And that is the highest degree of human wisdom.

I sit on a man’s back choking him and making him carry me, and yet assure myself and others that i am sorry for him and wish to lighten his load by all means possible….except by getting off his back.

Thunder only happens when it’s raining; players only love you when they’re playing.

When a man is in love or in debt, someone else has the advantage.

Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy, jealousy get the best of me.

I won’t take anyone down if I crawl tonight. But I still let everyone down when I change in size.

I stopped believing in love at first sight. I think you go through that wonderful love stage, but when it gets hard, you need a little bit more.

I was a poem, she was a melody, songs emerged between us.

I’m bad at love, but you can’t blame me for tryin’.

I think… if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.

The perfect love affair is one which is conducted entirely by post.

Women should serve men. Men should serve women. Any house of peace is full of servants.

We need to make love great again because black lives do matter, because all lives do matter.

If your love is not as strong as a tidal wave, I will not be moved.

Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

My father, soft as rainclouds, my mother, hard as hail, prepared me to take the world by storm.

When you make loving others the story of your life, there’s never a final chapter, because the legacy continues. You lend your light to one person, and he or she shines it on another and another and another. And I know for sure that in the final analysis of our lives- when the to-do lists are no more, when the frenzy is finished, when our e-mail inboxes are empty- the only thing that will have any lasting value is whether we’ve loved others and whether they’ve loved us.