Leo Tolstoy

"Your tears mean nothing! You have never loved me; you have neither a heart nor a sense of honor! You are hateful to me, disgusting, a stranger- yes, a complete stranger!"

Life, a series of increasing sufferings, flies further and further towards its end—the most terrible suffering.

"Natasha," he said, "you know that I love you, but..."

"What you said just

this world there is neither honor nor justice. In this world one has to be cunning and cruel."

added more softly. "What a terrible moment!"

added more softly. "What a terrible moment!"

all at once he felt that this would not do, and that tonight he was a person obliged to perform some sort of awful rite which everyone expected of him, and that he was therefore bound to accept their services.

Count Bezukhov, with that gray mane of hair above his broad forehead whic

th, and its cold, majestic expression, was not disfigured by the approach of death.