Is it possible that this stranger has now become everything to me?" she asked herself, and immediately answered, "Yes, everything! He alone is now dearer to me than everything in the world.
He was fond of angling, and seemed proud of being able to like such a stupid occupation.
What is bad? What is Good? What should one love, what hate? Why live and what am I? What is life, what is death? What power rules over everything?
He had but to call to mind what he had been three months before and what he was now. To call to mind with what regularity he had been going downhill for every possibility of hope to be shattered.
And even now I experience that blessed feeling. To love one's neighbors, to love one's enemies. Always to love--to love God in all His Manifestations. To love one's friends is human love, but to love one's enemies is divine.
Vronsky felt, too, how powerful Serpuhovskoy might become through his unmistakable faculty for thinking things out and for taking things in, through his intelligence and gift of words, so rarely met with in the world in which he moved.