Whatever question arose, a swarm of these drones, without having finished their buzzing on a previous theme, flew over to the new one and by their hum drowned and obscured the voices of those who were disputing honestly.

Leon Tolstoi

Leon Tolstoi

Profession: Author
Nationality: Russian

Whatever question arose, a swarm of these drones, without having finished their buzzing on a previou.. Leon Tolstoi

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But the liveliest attention was attracted by occurrences quite apart from, and unconnected with, the battle. It was as if the minds of these morally exhausted men found relief in everyday, commonplace occurrences.

Ambition, love of power, covetousness, lasciviousness, pride, anger, and revenge—were all respected.

Yes: if only a hundredth of the efforts spent in curing diseases were spent in curing debauchery, disease would long ago have ceased to exist, whereas now all efforts are employed, not in extirpating debauchery, but in favoring it, by assuring the harmlessness of the consequences.

I can't praise a young lady who is alive only when people are admiring her, but as soon as she is left alone, collapses and finds nothing to her taste--one who is all for show and has no resources in herself.

We do not love people so much for the good they have done us, as for the good we do them.

Every heart has its own skeletons.

There is no greatness where there is not simplicity, goodness, and truth.

There was in her the glow of the real diamond among glass imitations.

While they drove past the garden the shadows of the bare trees often fell across the road and hid the brilliant moonlight, but as soon as they were past the fence, the snowy plain bathed in moonlight and motionless spread out before them glittering like diamonds and dappled with bluish shadows.

For a few seconds they looked silently into each other's eyes, and the distant and impossible suddenly became near, possible, and inevitable.

Constant idleness should be included in the tortures of hell, but it is, on the contrary, considered to be one of the joys of paradise.

One can only live while one is intoxicated with life; as soon as one is sober it is impossible not to see that it is all a mere fraud and a stupid fraud! That is precisely what it is: there is nothing either amusing or witty about it, it is simply cruel and stupid.

He was in a full possession of facile, refined and agreeable intellect which he used to maintain his power and strengthen and increase his popularity.