Book: A Joker's dance

- You do not come to mind, - he continued - that we go this minute in the midst of seven million people, and each of them lives its personal, separate from all life, and each of them in a high degree to spit on all of us? Seven million human personalities, each of whom thinks himself as great as any of us. Of these, several million are now sleeping in the poisoned atmosphere. Hundreds of thousands of pairs at this moment indulge in mutual caresses, which are too disgusting to describe them, but do not differ from those which each of us enthusiastically, passionately and beautifully expresses your love. Thousands of women suffer in birth-pangs, and thousands of individuals of both sexes die from the most varied and unique diseases or simply because they have healing in the world. Thousands of drunken, bloated thousands, thousands of half-starved. And they are all alive, they are all unique, individual, sensitive as we are. A horrible thought! Oh, to take Yes to have them all in a big hole with centipedes!

They say Satan carries hell in his heart; the same can be said about Mr. Mercaptan: wherever he was, it was Paris.

It is quite possible, sir, ' said the old gentleman, but what I rebel against is against turning good arable land into the city streets, against the fact that where before were peacefully grazing cows, now grow houses full of useless, disgusting human beings. I protest against the fact that nature becomes a walking place of citizens.

"Never again, never again": there was a time when she had once or twice in a low voice to utter these two words to burst into tears. "Never again, never again". She quietly repeated the words. But tears were in his eyes. Grief does not kill, love does not kill; but time kills everything, kills desire, kills sorrow, kills in the end and the soul that has experienced it; dries and relaxes the body while it's still alive, eating away at him like lye, and finally kills him. "Never again, never again". Instead of crying, she laughed, laughed aloud.

Some people think that you can be happy only when making noise, she said after a short pause. - I think happiness is too fragile and melancholy for noise. Happiness, it's melancholic, like a beautiful landscape, like those trees, and grass, and clouds and sun today.

The majority of lovers, thought Gumbril, imagining that their loved ones have some hidden reality, which has nothing to do with what they see every day. They weren't in love with the person, and the product of his imagination. Sometimes this hidden reality really exists; sometimes it is no different from visibility. When they opened their eyes, it is and in that and in other case blow.

In modern advertising you need to flatter the audience - not the unctuous, humiliation, kommivojazhera the style of the old masters of advertising, crawling on his belly in front of customers who stood above them on the social scale. This style is outdated. Now we are above them because we have more money than clerks and officials. Modern flattery must be manly, straightforward, sincere; she must Express my admiration equal - especially flattering that we are not equal to them.

The artist humbles himself before misfortune. He draws new strength. Under torture, he creates new masterpieces.

Freedom in this world; only gilded cage.

To that a wise man does out of duty, the fool does for fun.

When I think about my kids, say... - he sighed. I thought that they will be interested in what interested me; but they are not interested - they like only one thing: act like monkeys, and besides it's not too humanoid. At the age of my eldest son I sat for whole nights over the Latin text. And he sits - or rather, idle, truant, replacive - all night dancing and drinking.

Only one percent of students, no more, remove some use of a scientific or literary education.

If it were possible to organize life according to the principle of the railway! Parallel paths - that's the secret. For several miles the two trains are the same speed. You can have a nice talk from window to window; you can exchange your scrambled eggs from the dining car on the vol-AU-vent from someone else's. And when you said everything I wanted to say, you can succumb to a couple of, wave hand to send a kiss and sped away on the smooth, polished rails. But instead it turns out quite different: wrecks happen because of misdirected arrows, RAID one train to another; or at the stations, by which pass, in train sit strange people who are very bothersome and do not allow yourself to be planted.