Book: Roksolana

Don't ask Majnun of love: he is enamored.
Do not hope that the mystery will reveal to you that Ferkhad: this is only a fairy tale.
Ask me about the signs of love - I'll tell you.
My dear, will become the candle, and your cute - butterfly.

Clever is always easier to warn and to scare than stupid.

Not in a world more dangerous than a frequent change of leadership.

Women can forgive everything, but not slavery and humiliation.

Because when a person does not pull in wealth, for the attainment of which it is enough to lend a helping hand, it inevitably becomes mysterious, confusing and irritating the minds of the simple. Meanwhile, there is a thing greater wealth - power. Who owns the wealth, owns not all. Only the government can give full satisfaction to all human passions.

Craves three things above all people. First: to live. Always, at least for a day or an hour more than another, but to live, to live! Second: to be happy. Happiness can be found even in suffering if it is suffering from love or hate, you can be happy and dying, but when you die fighting, overcoming, conquering. Love can be the greatest happiness, but how much I needed to do this, because not only one love man alive. So inevitably comes the third premise of human existence: knowledge. Even a child does not want to live in ignorance. Live to seek the truth, and the happiness.

Probably, some souls in need of the most severe blows of fate, to show his greatness.

We exist as long as we're together constantly with all that surrounds us, at the same time separated from it by the shell of its body, its spirit and uniqueness.

Love, wisdom, and birds do not know the Motherland. They are migratory and ubiquitous as sadness and despair.

Maybe when there is not only own the shirt on the body, but also of hope, then you bezzabotnye person in the world.

Not interested in the name of the offender and who he is. For the offender because of his crimes becomes an animal, but an animal has neither name nor status.

Man standing on his feet and rising above the animal world, just as it split in two on the upper part, where the spirit and thought, and lower that body down to earth, pushes to the low, to the primeval mud. Top serve the sages and the gods, the lower sycophants. They are from the most ancient of human garbage. To kill them is impossible. The only way to get back on all fours?

A man under authority, different from the common man as well as armed from the unarmed.

When the man himself is digging his own grave, what's left? Push it back, that's all!