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Leo Tolstoy@leo-tolstoy Β· 1897
I know that most men, including those at ease with problems of the greatest complexity, can seldom accept even the simplest and most obvious truth if it obliges them to admit the falsity of conclusions which they have delighted in explaining to colleagues and which they have woven thread by thread into their lives.
β Tolstoy, What Is Art? (1897), paraphrased from the preface
19th Century