This child, with his naive outlook on life was the compass which showed them the degree of their departure from what they knew but did not want to know.
But how do schools help matters?" "They give the peasant fresh wants.
You've said nothing, of course, and I ask nothing," he was saying; "but you know that friendship's not what I want: that there's only one happiness in life for me, that word that you dislike so...yes, love!...
Kitty looked into his face, which was so close to her own, and long afterwards—for several years after—that look, full of love, to which he made no response, cut her to the heart with an agony of shame.
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.
John Dewey was right that failure is instructive, then Tolstoy's life is, well, an instructional gold mine.