Book: Metaphysics of tubes

Who is not moving forward inevitably steps back. Only possible development or decline. And between them - nothing. Apogee does not exist. It is an illusion.

Better to let die than to deprive him of his liberty.

Death is the ceiling. If the ceiling you know better than myself is death. The ceiling that his eyes veiled and not allow thoughts to fly upwards. The ceiling is the lid of the coffin. When death comes, your brain pan cover great cover.

Is the child to be born, as he cries loudly. He was crying from the pain. And his scream is already a rebellion, and rebellion is a rejection of something. That's why the child begins to live only for the day of his birth, and not in the womb, according to some scientists.

To live, you first need to learn to distinguish his own mother from the ceiling. You need to choose who or what is more important to you: mom or ceiling, and give up what is less important. Carried choose for you - tone choice.

To live - means from something to give. who accept everything like the drain hole in the sink.

The look is a choice. Each may choose what to look, ignoring everything else. So look - it is life itself. And above all it was a refusal.

How many secular mongers boastful praise of his abstinence, for a quarter of a century, depriving themselves of pleasures! And how hopeless fools are proud to love music, not read a single book or never in my life been in a movie. There are those who - in the hope of a universal admiration - carry as the banner of her virginity. Only she and flatters their vanity. Other life pleasures not available to them.

If we were able not to think about our problems, we would be happy to race.

Without me, this chocolate is nothing. But when I put it in my mouth it becomes a pleasure. He needs me.

Time - the invention of motion. He who does not move, does not see how time passes.

Tell me who disgust you and I'll tell you who you are. In our personalities there is nothing remarkable, and the tendency more or less similar. But we feel disgust says more about us than anything else.

Pleasure pays handsomely to those who imagine it allows. Pleasure awakens the brain and makes it develop in various directions. Its magical effect is so enormous that sometimes it is enough to surrender to pleasure at least mentally. And the person is saved. While bellicose frigidity is destined to glorify his own unlife.