Book: The second invasion of the Martians

Too bad that old man is useless. Squeeze him like a lemon and go die.

You imagine yourself with your friends, and in actual fact you mold vzroslie the juices for her. You think of yourself now and imagine that your death is the death of all mankind.

"It is only by great writers, he said, or great political leaders. And I don't see in our country, - he said - no great writers or great political figures."

Yes, alcoholism is a scourge of mankind.

The parents of your students somehow imagine that you are a miracle worker and by his personal example is able to prevent their children to aspire in the footsteps of their parents.

Not in the thunder of a cosmic catastrophe, not in the flames of nuclear war and not even in the grip of overpopulation, and well-fed, calm silence ends, you see, the history of mankind.

If a person is dishonest, he was dishonest to the end.

This Polyphemus can not live without patriotism. Without a leg he can live, but without patriotism he fails.

At least one bastard asked me what she SHOULD do, but no, every bastard asks only that IT will do

I always somehow inexplicably end up in the side of what's good for me. There is light at such unsettled people: in the barracks they always clean the toilets at the front, they fall into the "pot" all the trouble they get paid first, they get all the benefits of the latter.

They wear glasses, they know better.

All my life I suffer from what I think the best of people.

I read that rumors are dangerous to the health to a much greater extent than even Smoking. The author proved it with figures in hands. There was still written that the impact of the panic of hearing is directly proportional to the ignorance of the masses, and it's true, although I must admit that even the most educated of us surprisingly easily succumbed to the General mood and ready to race aimlessly along with the Madding crowd.