The loss of reason seems to me honorable, like the death of a sentry at his post. Leonid Andreyev More Quotes by Leonid Andreyev More Quotes From Leonid Andreyev I cannot get accustomed to war; my brain refuses to understand and explain a thing that is senseless in its basis. Millions of people gather at one place and, giving their actions order and regularity, kill each other, and it hurts everybody equally, and all are unhappy -- what is it if not madness? Leonid Andreyev hurt war order Ah well, 'tis the way of the world -- births and deaths, births and deaths. Leonid Andreyev birth way world 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 machine. What is the earth? A machine. What is the sky? A machine. What is man? A machine. A machine. Leonid Andreyev powerful wise men See thou, whatsoever be thy name -- whether Fate, Life, or Devil! I cast thee down my gauntlet, I challenge thee to battle! Men of faint heart may bow before thy mysterious power, thy face of stone may inspire them with dread, in thy unbroken silence they may discern the birth of calamity and an impending avalanche of woe. But I am daring and strong, and I challenge thee to battle! Let us draw our swords, and join our bucklers, and rain such blows upon each other's crests as shall cause the very earth to shake again! Ha! Come forth and fight with me! Leonid Andreyev strong rain heart To succeed in life one needs two things -- influence and a lucky star. Leonid Andreyev succeed stars two 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 come after him. Drawn on inexorably by time, it is not given him to see the next rung on which his faltering foot shall fall. Bounded in knowledge, it is not given him to foretell what each succeeding hour, what each succeeding minute, shall have in store for him. In blind nescience, in an agony of foreboding, in a whirl of hopes and fears, he completes the cycle of an iron destiny. Leonid Andreyev destiny men fall Who strikes man with love -- God or the Devil? Leonid Andreyev devil love men When a man has the rope about his neck, you don't ask him about his health! Leonid Andreyev rope men death As we educate a child -- removing out of its path those obstacles over which we ourselves, in early days, have stumbled, and strengthening its mind with the aid of our own matured experience -- we, as it were, construct a new and better replica of ourselves, and thus enable the race to move slowly, but surely, forward towards the ultimate goal of existence -- towards perfection. Leonid Andreyev race children moving Thus will we deal with life, my little help-meet. Will we not, eh? What though it blink at us like an owl that is blinded by the sun, we will yet force it to smile. Leonid Andreyev optimism owl littles 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 the beginning of his brief life. In the night of non-existence there bursts forth also a little candle, lit by an unseen hand. Mark well its flame: for it is the life of that Man. Leonid Andreyev flames men night The moon was so young, so strange, even as a young girl who is dreaming and is afraid to tell her dreams; and it was shining only for itself. Leonid Andreyev girl moon dream Wisdom and folly are equal before the face of Infinity, for Infinity knows them not. Leonid Andreyev infinity wisdom faces There is no beast more cruel than man. Leonid Andreyev cruelty beast men Death augments distance and dulls the memory. Death reconciles. Leonid Andreyev distance memories death Do you not see the hand of God, which gives harmony, light, and love to the world? Do not the mountains, in the blue cloud of incense, sing their hymn of glory? Leonid Andreyev hymns god hands The papers are full of murders -- strange murders. It is all nonsense that there are as many brains as there are men; mankind has only one intellect, and it is beginning to get muddled. Leonid Andreyev paper brain men Man dies. Come from darkness, into darkness he returns, and is reabsorbed, without a trace left, into the illimitable void of time. Leonid Andreyev void darkness men All perishes, all decays, all is born again. Leonid Andreyev decay born born-again It's a powerful instrument, dynamite -- nothing like it for a convincing argument! Leonid Andreyev argument instruments powerful
