Leo Tolstoy

“ Expecting to have a private conversation with Katiousha, Nekhludoff sat conversing with Kryltzoff. Kryltzoff listened attentively, fixedly gazing at Nekhludoff.
“Yes,” he said, suddenly, “I have often thought that we were going into exile with those very people on account of whom we were banished. And yet we not only do not know them, but do not wish to know them. And, worse of all, they hate us and consider us their enemies. This is dreadful.”
“There is nothing dreadful about it,” said Novodvoroff, overhearing the conversation. “The masses are always churlish and ignorant.” ”

“ What have they in common with us?” calmly asked Novodvoroff.
“You call them beasts, but you should have heard Nekhludoff telling of the conduct of one of them,” Kryltzoff said excitedly.
“You are sentimental!” Novodvoroff said, ironically. “It is hard for us to understand the emotions of these people and the motives of their acts. Where you see magnanimity, there may only be envy.”
“Why is it you do not wish to see good in others?” said Maria Pablovna, suddenly becoming excited.
“I cannot see that which does not exist.”
“How can you say it does not exist when a man risks a terrible death?” ”

“ They, too, knew the only scientific path.”
“The fact that people erred does not prove that I am erring. Besides, there is a great difference between the ravings of ideologists and the data of positive economic science.” ”