Quote by Leo Tolstoy
If there existed no external means for dimming their consciences,

If there existed no external means for dimming their consciences, one-half of the men would at once shoot themselves, because to live contrary to ones reason is a most intolerable state, and all men of our time are in such a state. – Leo Tolstoy

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