Sitting in his old schoolroom on the sofa with little cushions on the arms and looking into Natasha's wildly eager eyes, Rostov was carried back into that world of home and childhood which had no meaning for anyone else, but gave him some of the greatest pleasure in his life.

“Nothing is so necessary for a young man as the company of intelligent women.”

“Morning or night, Friday or Sunday, made no difference, everything was the same…”

“As a man cannot lift a mountain, and as a kindly man cannot kill an infant, so …”

“I don't think badly of people. I like everybody, and I'm sorry for everybody.”