Book: Autobiography

It needs it most woman. She is looking for in your spouse honesty, wants to feel it as a base, to respect his judgment, and if I have to make a difficult decision, calmly to trust him.

In our days, the kindness is not too much appreciated. People are more interested in how smart people, hard-working whether benefit to the society, do fit in the accepted framework of behavior.

Never think that you are better understand that you need other people.

So little satisfied with first love! It requires nothing - no looks, no words. Pure adoration.

There is no greater mistake in life than to see or hear the masterpieces of art at the wrong time. For many, Shakespeare is lost due to the fact that they studied it in school.

Evil, man-made, often going through him.

Trains - amazing; I love them still. To travel by train is to see nature, people, cities and churches, the river - in essence this journey of life.

I love life. And no despair, the pains of hell and adversity will never make me forget that to live simply is a great blessing.

Memories - one of the rewards that brings, and the reward is sweet.

Life, it seems to me, consists of three periods: a rapid and intoxicating present, minute by minute, hurtling with fatal speed; the future, dim and uncertain, allowing to build any interesting plans than extravagant - the better still life had its own way, so dream on your health; and finally, the third period - the past, the Foundation of our current life, the memories awakened by chance in any flavor, shape of the hill, an old song, something quite normal, suddenly forcing us to mutter:
- Remember... - with special and inexplicable pleasure.

Freedom is worth to fight for it.

Conversations are invented in order to prevent people to think.

I think we often underestimate the second virtue in the triad, which is so often repeated - faith, hope and love. As for faith, that we have it, I would say, in excess of faith can harden a person, make inflexible and inexorable, faith can be abused. We just love carried in the hearts as their essence. But how often we forget that there is still hope, and as rarely think about it. We too easily despair, always ready to say: "What's the point to do anything about it?" The hope is that virtue which in our days, in our age should especially be encouraged.

War does not solve any problems; winning works the same way disastrous as a defeat! Perhaps there was a time and place when no war it was impossible to do, if one wanted to live and procreate, then without war, humans would become extinct. To be humble, kind, compliant then meant death; war was inevitable, because to survive could only be one: either you or others. As bird or beast, a man had to fight for a place under the sun. The war brought slaves, land, food, women - the things without which no life. But now we must learn to live without wars, not because we are better or sickens us to harm our neighbor, but because war is not profitable, we can't take her, she will destroy us as our enemies. The tigers ' time has passed, it is, without a doubt, time swindlers and charlatans, thieves, robbers and pickpockets; but still it is better is a step on the way up.
At least, I believe that the dawn of goodwill. We do not remain indifferent when we hear about earthquakes, about the disastrous human events. We want to help. And this is a significant achievement; I think it will come up with something. Not soon - nothing is done quickly - but the hope is still possible