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“India, which is the nursery of the great faiths of the world”

Quote by Leo Tolstoy

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The Spiritual Works of Leo Tolstoy: A Confession, The Kingdom of God is Within You, What I Believe, Christianity and Patriotism, Reason and Religion, The Gospel in Brief and more: Lessons on What it Means to be a True Christian From the Greatest Russian Novelists and Author of War and Peace & Anna Karenina (Including Letter to a Kind YouthandCorrespondences with Gandhi)

The Spiritual Works of Leo Tolstoy is a compilation of the Russian author's reflections on spirituality and Christianity. It encompasses a variety of writings, including 'A Confession,' 'The Kingdom of God is Within You,' and 'What I Believe,' among others. These texts offer insights into Tolstoy's personal beliefs and his interpretation of Christian principles. The collection also includes 'Reason and Religion' and 'The Gospel in Brief,' which further elaborate on his theological views. Additionally, the book features 'Letter to a Kind Youth' and correspondence with Mahatma Gandhi, providing a glimpse into Tolstoy's philosophical and ethical considerations. more

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Leo Tolstoy
Leo Tolstoy

Leo Tolstoy was a Russian writer and thinker, a prominent representative of 19th-century Russian literature. His works deeply revealed social contradictions and human nature, and had a profound impact on the world. more

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