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Not very pleasant when a woman is absolutely shameless.

What does the ideal beautiful? Its inaccessibility. The gods laugh when people get what they want.

Life is short, nature is hostile, and man is ridiculous; but oddly enough, most of our tribulations than any refunded, and, having some sense of humor and common sense, can be good to cope with what in the end does not matter.

... the only reality is the reality of the spirit.

To delay gratification means to increase it.

I realized that ultimately, it is we, the outcasts of life, receive from her the most valuable.

Our goal is to perfectly learn the nature of his own soul, and indifference, self-absorbed, rigid posture help to achieve this no more than ceremonies and rituals.

The aim and motive imply desire and he who is absolute and perfect, needs no change, no improvement.

I was quite happy to sit in the dark in the gallery and watch the performance from afar.

I used to think: the man is either honest or a scoundrel. And now I think: it is impossible to say in advance how someone will behave, when it comes down to it.

If some unforeseen event - the folly, crime or misfortune destroys your plans for the future, I do not think that you suffered a complete collapse in my life. Maybe you just got lucky, and when, many years later, you'll look back, you'll say to yourself, what would the new life you imposed unhappiness, the dull, monotonous existence awaiting you, if not fate intervened.

Distance is rather a question of time than space...

Often we are very lenient to the shortcomings inherent in us, but can not stand the shortcomings of others; people with more vision can understand and tolerate the existence of any vices, but their tolerance, however, is rather theoretical than practical character; and very few or no aversion to contact with people whose manners differ from his own.

The world consists of me, my thoughts, my feelings; everything else is a Mirage, pure imagination. Life is a dream, where I create images that pass in front of me. Life is a continuous sleep, and when he ceases to dream, the whole world with its beauty and pain and sorrow, its unimaginable variety ceases to exist.