Art begins when a man, with a purpose of communicating to other people a feeling he once experienced, calls it up again within himself and expresses it by certain external signs.
Leo TolstoyRead
Power is the sum total of the wills of the mass, transfered by express or tactic agreement to rulers chosen by the masses.
Interpretation
Power derives from the collective will of the people, given to their chosen leaders through agreement.
This quote by Leo Tolstoy emphasizes the idea that power does not reside inherently within rulers but is instead a construct that arises from the collective will of the people. It suggests that authority is granted to leaders through either explicit or implicit consent from the masses, highlighting the importance of democratic principles and collective agency in governance.
In practice
In a political debate, one might quote Tolstoy to emphasize the importance of democratic consent.
Art begins when a man, with a purpose of communicating to other people a feeling he once experienced, calls it up again within himself and expresses it by certain external signs.
Pierre looked into the sky, into the depths of the retreating, twinkling stars. "And all this is mine, and all this is in me, and all this is me!" thought Pierre. "And all this they've caught and put in a shed and boarded it up!
People try to do all sorts of clever and difficult things to improve life instead of doing the simplest, easiest thing-refusing to participate in activities that make life bad.
It's too easy to criticize a man when he's out of favour, and to make him shoulder the blame for everybody else's mistakes.
Music is the shorthand of emotion. Emotions, which let themselves be described in words with such difficulty, are directly conveyed to man in music, and in that is its power and significance.
A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor β such is my idea of happiness.
The world changed from having the determinism of a clock to having the contingency of a pinball machine.
George's son had done his work so thoroughly that he was considered too good a workman to live, and was, in fact, taken and tragically shot at twelve o'clock that same dayβanother instance of the untoward fate which so often attends dogs and other philosophers who follow out a train of reasoning to its logical conclusion, and attempt perfectly consistent conduct in a world made up so largely of compromise.
Attack the evil that is within yourself, rather than attacking the evil that is in others.
Why does the writing make us chase the writer? Why can't we leave well enough alone? Why aren't the books enough?
My life's work has been to prompt others and be forgotten. Remember that night when Christian came to your balcony? That moment sums up my life. While I was below in the shadows, others climbed up to kiss the sweet rose.
I'm trying to illuminate how perilously narrow we draw the concepts of masculinity and sexuality in our male culture - particularly in black male culture - and to help people to see that there's room enough for everyone.
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