Born, the Man assumes the name and image of humanity, and becomes in all things like unto other men who dwell upon the earth. Their hard lot becomes his, and his, in turn, becomes the lot of all who shall… — Leonid Andreyev Copy Share Image
Hitherto without being; hidden away in the womb of eternity; possessed neither of thought nor feeling; remote from the range of human ken -- the Man bursts, in some unknown manner, the bars of non-existence, and announces with a cry… — Leonid Andreyev Copy Share Image
Ah well, 'tis the way of the world -- births and deaths, births and deaths. — Leonid Andreyev Copy Share Image
When a man has the rope about his neck, you don't ask him about his health! — Leonid Andreyev Copy Share Image
“Life seemed to him to be a narrow cage, and her iron bars were many and dense, and there was only one way out.” — Leonid Andreyev Copy Share Image
Do you not see the hand of God, which gives harmony, light, and love to the world? Do not the mountains, in the blue… — Leonid Andreyev Copy Share Image
As we educate a child -- removing out of its path those obstacles over which we ourselves, in early days, have stumbled, and strengthening… — Leonid Andreyev Copy Share Image
“Look at us, Lazarus, and share our joy. Is there anything stronger than love?" And Lazarus looked. And for the rest of their life… — Leonid Andreyev Copy Share Image
Don't laugh at the voice of the stars. They are far away, their rays are light and pale, and we can barely see their… — Leonid Andreyev Copy Share Image
Who is all-powerful in the world? Who is most dreadful in the world? The machine. Who is most fair, most wealthy, and all-wise? The… — Leonid Andreyev Copy Share Image
What worse can happen to a man than to have been born? It's like asking a man who is drowning whether he is not… — Leonid Andreyev Copy Share Image
The papers are full of murders -- strange murders. It is all nonsense that there are as many brains as there are men; mankind… — Leonid Andreyev Copy Share Image
The loss of reason in war seems to me honorable, like the death of a sentry at his post. — Leonid Andreyev Copy Share Image
