Book: Methodius Buslaev. The Map Of Chaos

Nothing betoniere soul faster lies.

Another age-old principle of Eden. Never trust their own merits and in anything not to put them. Even if you juggle planets, it is only because you allowed it. The less time you will spend is the one who twice miss my train than someone who once sit in someone else's.

The girls, like insects: bright colors are often a warning that the insect is poisonous.

Nothing erodes the will and does not deprive of inner peace as fast as guff. Even the most friendly. Poet, razrushivshij car TVs, can still in theory three hours to recover and write an essay. But the poet, proboltali forty minutes on the phone not able to even unload the cars.

Evil, fatal, mighty, cruel, strong, gnawing on the flesh and soul, is found rarely on Earth. More often comes across evil, sick, sluggish, gray, everyday, unhappy, bloated, sleepy, indifferent, unhappy, tired himself. And this is the second evil worse and more contagious than first hundreds of times, because the first, true, forced to run away from it headlong.

Only patience creates strength. Only in the battle with a stronger spirit and flesh. The state of satiety and complacency carries nothing but relaxation and death. People are like onions. Consists of such an incredible number of layers of lies to myself that under every skin is another. And still we have to remember that all this husk. Again lie to someone does not happen. It is an illusion that someone can cheat. Lie ultimately can only be myself.

How cleverly and insidiously destroys us in the darkness! Infected with doubt, deprived of wholeness, but left longing for the global good. Even somewhere deliberately fanned the notion of globality. It seems to us that we should do something big: to stab with a fork the giant to save mankind from all diseases, to create a Fund to protect single squirrel with the main headquarters in the penthouse of a skyscraper with direct access to the helipad. On a fine well we don't want to waste your time. What for time to spend with our scale? Another illusion, because without small good no good large. So we get dirty such gadecki who dream to save the Kingdom, but in the absence of the Kingdom burn button in the Elevator.

She stated that she was suffering without me for so long that it is now necessary me to relax and get used to the idea that I'm around again.
Finally caught Cornelius shook his head.
- Some muddy logic! He said plaintively.
- Women are always right. The best way to understand them - do not bother. And less listen to them. All the wounds in this world was caused by language, absently said Essearch.

Even the smallest step is worth the sacrifice, if it's a step forward.

People are very well able to deceive themselves. In this sense they are ahead of even the guardians of darkness who still prefer to deceive others.

Above will rise, painful fall. Better modestly to fall off the chair than immodestly from the roof.

People believe anything but the truth. Show them at least a centaur, even a mermaid - write off to genetic deformity and all. Dragons in the middle ages all killed, and now say is a myth.

When I was poking around in memory - awakens the conscience. Begin to Tinker with the conscience - gets love and pity.

Strong spirit would retain its spirit even in the area beyond the Arctic circle. Rotten managed to rot even in the Hawaiian Islands, in a hammock under a palm tree!