Book: Forest

I am always for rich people. Whoever drinks champagne, smokes good cigars is a man, and the rest is nothing.

You know how to live your money with effect, it takes a lot of mind.

Gold, gold! How much evil through you.

I am a beggar, a pitiful vagabond, and on stage I am a prince, I live his life, I am tormented by his thoughts, I weep with his tears over poor Ophelia and I love her as forty thousand brothers cannot love.

Is it a shame here when death comes.

Eka this love! Here's a little guy says that this pampering is one, for a year, for two, he says, this is an occupation, no more, and there is now about capital. Wait for it to pass, but for now you will take the flour.

Oh, those tragedies! The nobility is abyss, but there is no sense.

An amazing thing, nothing in my life I managed to buy or sell, so that I was not deceived.

- Yes, it is better, the head is easier.

Unhappy is the one who does not know how to please and dishonest.

Sometimes they say one thing and think quite another. Why would I explain my feelings to everyone!

Telling dreams is sometimes exactly the same as telling your secret thoughts or desires, and this is not always convenient.

There are people who beat and there are people who are beaten. I don't know which is better.

I don't like meanness, that's my misfortune.