Book: Seksus. Page 1

Enjoying this beautiful idea is not comparable with the joy of her expression. In fact, it is almost impossible to refrain from expressing ideas. We are only tools in the hands of more powerful forces. We create with someone's permission, someone's kindness. Nobody creates from himself alone. The artist is the instrument that registers something already existing, something that belongs to the world, and if he is an artist in fact, he is obliged to return something to the world.

There will be neither bad nor scary nor evil, if we let ourselves. But people find that hard to believe.

Does not happen intellectual whores. Prostitution is a sign of weak intelligence.

Genuine the reality you perceive only when sitting alone in the toilet and make Caca.

The snail gets a shock when a rain drop falls on her house.

In the end, you achieve something, but what interest all the time to achieve?

All we are guilty in the crime, the great crime of not living life to the fullest. But potentially we all are free. You can not think about what we failed to do all that we can.

Open, General demonstration of joy causes in some people a feeling of unease; it seems to them immodest or a little indecent.

This may be as good as the person poverissimo in something deeply? To be reasonable is good, but to be blindly trusting, gullible idiocy, accepting all without limitation, is one of the highest joys of life.

In the growth process are always present pain and struggle; in the implementation of joy and abundance, in conclusion - peace and tranquility.

In the history of the human love we are all stuck on the first Chapter. Even here, in the realm of the personal, there is scarce a cheap range. There will be typed at least a dozen heroes and heroines of love, to follow their high example? Textbooks are filled with names of great kings and emperors, statesmen, generals, all sorts of artists, scientists, inventors, discoverers - but where are the great lovers?

The exchange of words, conversation is just a pretext for other, more subtle forms of communication. When such communication is not established, the conversation dies. If two people desperately want to communicate, not play the slightest role, and as they say - you can carry any stuff. Those who rely on the clarity and logic that is often left out in the cold, do not achieve understanding. They persist in looking for the best opportunity to convey their thoughts and feelings, erroneously believing that the brain is the only tool for the exchange of ideas.

The purpose of the training is to help to gain freedom. But freedom leads to infinity and infinity is concerned. So there is a convenient idea to stop at the door, to explain the unexplained the mystery of faith, decrees, irresistible desires.

People, like ships, drown again and again. Only memory will save them from complete dispersion in space.