Leo Tolstoy,
A Confession (Maude's translation…
(1882)
“ No sweetness of honey could be sweet to me when I saw the dragon and saw the mice gnawing away my support.Nor was that all. Had I simply understood that life had no meaning I could have borne it quietly, knowing that that was my lot. But I could not satisfy myself with that. Had I been like a man living in a wood from which he knows there is no exit, I could have lived; but I was like one lost in a wood who, horrified at having lost his way, rushes about wishing to find the road. He knows that each step he takes confuses him more and more, but still he cannot help rushing about. ”
