Leo Tolstoy,
Demands of Love and Reason
(1902)
“ Lice, black bread, and want seem so terrible. But the bottom of the pit of want is not so deep after all, and we are often like the boy who clung by his hands, in terror, all night, to the edge of the well into which he had stumbled fearing the depth and the water he supposed to be there, while a foot below him was the dry bottom. Yet we must not trust to that bottom; we must go forward prepared to die. Only that love is true love, which knows no limit to sacrifice—even unto death. ”
