Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes. But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist, I really believe he is Antichrist, I will have nothing more to do with you.
Above him there was now nothing but the sky, the lofty sky, not clear yet still immeasurably lofty, with gray clouds gliding slowly across it. How quiet, peaceful, and solemn, not at all as I ran, thought Prince Andrew. How was it I did not see this lofty sky before? And how happy I am to have found it at last.
All we can know is that we know nothing. And that is the height of human wisdom.
The strongest of all warriors are these two: time and patience. Everything comes in time to him who knows how to wait.
Yes, here in this forest was that oak with which I agreed, thought Prince Andrew. But where is it? Life is not over at thirty-one. It is not enough for me to know what I have in me: everyone must know it.
Natasha's bare arms and neck were thin and not beautiful. Her shoulders were narrow, her bosom undefined. But she had already learned to think of herself as the happiest girl in the world, and she looked around with radiant eyes.
They have taken me and shut me up. They hold me captive. Who, me? Me? My immortal soul? Ha, ha, ha! And he laughed till tears started to his eyes.
He loved his dog, loved his comrades, loved the French, loved Pierre, who was his neighbor. His life, as he regarded it, had no meaning as a separate thing. It had meaning only as part of a whole of which he was always conscious.
Every act of theirs, which appears to them an act of their own free will, is in an historical sense not free at all but is bound up with the whole course of history. A king is the slave of history.
Life is everything. Life is God. Everything changes and moves, and that movement is God. And while there is life there is joy in the consciousness of the divine. To love life is to love God.
