Leo Tolstoy

How can one be well…when one suffers morally?

There are no conditions to which a person cannot grow accustomed, especially if he sees that everyone around him lives in the same way.

Man cannot possess anything as long as he fears death. But to him who does not fear it, everything belongs. If there was no suffering, man would not know his limits, would not know himself.

You can love a person dear to you with a human love, but an enemy can only be loved with divine love.

Which is worse? The wolf who cries before eating the lamb or the wolf who does not.

Music is the shorthand of emotion

Truth isn’t truth.

Truth emerges more readily from error than from confusion.

A man is never more truthful than when he acknowledges himself a liar.

Man has always sacrificed truth to his vanity, comfort and advantage. He lives by makebelieve.

Truth is so hard to tell, it sometimes needs fiction to make it plausible.

Truth, Sir, is a cow which will yield such people no more milk, and so they are gone to milk the bull.

It is a puzzling thing. The truth knocks on the door and you say, ‘Go away, I’m looking for the truth.’ and so it goes away. Puzzling.

Truth is a good dog; but always beware of barking too close to the heels of an error, lest you get your brains kicked out.

Truth will always be truth, regardless of lack of understanding, disbelief or ignorance.

The truth is sometimes a hard pill to swallow. It sometimes causes us difficulties at home and abroad. It is sometimes used by our enemies in attempts to hurt us. But the American people are entitled to it, nonetheless.

All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie.

Let them look up in the sky then…! if they must be so blind, that cannot see the truth in broad daylight, but must have the whole world in darkness to see the conceit of the stars…

It is more from carelessness about truth than from intentionally lying that there is so much falsehood in the world.

Why shouldn’t truth be stranger than fiction? Fiction, after all, has to make sense.

The truth is incontrovertible. Malice may attack it and ignorance may deride it, but in the end, there it is.