Book: The citadel. Page 3

I was given the opportunity to Express themselves. I expressed myself that destroyed all possibility. And betrayed all.

The shock effect often leads to success.

We all like a person who is poor in their own words explains sad that he is sad about. But does the word cope with grief?

... people were only what is good for the scheme. Words distort to fit, easier to pass, and kill to understand your people ceased to nourish life.

I already told you about it. Pain one much pain of the whole world.
And Love one, no matter how absurd it may be - rocking stars of the milky Way.

Whoever is born again, he is tormented by anguish and despair. Because he suddenly became unnecessary.

It would be easy to live in peace, if all people were the same.

People love the same thing, but each in its own way. The imperfection of language rejects people from each other, and desire them the same. I've never met people who love unrest, meanness and poverty. In all corners of the world people dream about the same, but the way of creation each his own. One believes that people flourish in freedom, that person will be glorified through coercion, but they both dream about the greatness of man.

Realized what you wanted to case. What you working on, then create. Even if you work for the sake of killing something. Declaring war, I create enemies. Forge and harden them. And I will assure that the current violence will create freedom tomorrow - I implement only violence. Life not ashamed. Do not deceive the tree, it pulled back where it goes. Other - the wind of words. And if I think I'm sacrificing this generation for the sake of happiness later, I simply people donate. Not these and those, and all at once. All the people I condemned to the misfortune. Other - the wind of words. And if I fight in the name of peace, I reinforce the war. With no war to establish peace.

Dividing the accumulated, people turn into wolves. Pacify their cruelty, you will receive the cattle in the barn.

But virtue is always only a consequence. The depravity of my people speaks of the destruction of the Kingdom, which requires people to match. Healthy Kingdom nourishes men's souls.

They bathe in dirty gossip, and they seem to get down to the truth.

Shoulder to shoulder, go to the table, but the head sits or the one who is thicker, or one who is smarter and the second hates it.

They burdened your hatred with all sorts of reasons, and I looked and did not think to treat their futile medicine justice. The search for justice only strengthened the weight of reasons confirming the correctness of some and guilty of others. It would reinforce the anger and punished the smugness justified. And dug would be a gap between them.