Book: Martin Eden. Page 1

Tired of the constant hopes
Tired of joyful feasts,
Not knowing fears and desires,
We blessed the gods
For what heart in man
Not ever will tremble,
Because all rivers
Someday to the sea surface.

... And please be honest with me!
- Of course, I Apple of Frank - of pealseal Ruth, hiding her awkwardness, because she was straight with him, and is unlikely to be completely honest the next time.

In my line of sight from a scale, try to weigh your love and understand what she is.

Her ideal of male beauty was still elegant elegance.

He was looking for love all my life. His nature craved love. It was an organic demand of his being. But he lived without love, and his soul more and more bitter and alone.

Martin was intoxicated with its own victory, so much intoxicated that, thinking about the fifteen dollars that he had to "Hornet" for "the Peri and the pearl" and decided immediately to collect a debt. But in the edition of the "Hornet" were some clean-shaven young men, mere robbers, who, apparently, used to Rob everyone, including each other. Martin, however, managed to break some of the furniture, but in the end, the editor (in student's years took prizes in athletics) with the business Manager, the agent on collecting of ads and the doorman put Martin out the door and even helped him to quickly walk down the stairs.
- Come in, Mr. Eden, always happy to see you! - shouted cheerfully after him.
Martin got up from the ground, also smiling.
"Whew," he muttered. - Well done, guys!
In response, I heard laughter.
- Need to tell you, Mr. Eden, said the editor of "the Hornet" - that for the poet you bad at standing up for myself. You know what, no drink for us in honor of this? Of course, not in honor of the damaged neck, and in honor of our acquaintance.
- I'm defeated - therefore, it is necessary to agree, - answered Martin.

Love beauty for its own sake.

Here's more proof of the stability of conventional opinions - passionate Martin replied, annoyed at the mention of their enemies - the editors. - What exists is not only correct, but also the best. The fact of the existence of something considered as its justification, and, mind you, not only when these terms and forever. Of course, people believe in that stuff only because of his closed-minded ignorance, due to self-deception, which is so perfectly described weninger. Ignorant people think they think, dispose of the fate of those who think really.

What he offered her was insignificant in comparison with the fact that she was willing to give him. He offered her what he had extra, without which he could do, and she gave him all of myself, without fear nor shame, nor sin, nor eternal torment.

Not too upset that none of his line has still not been printed. Scripture was for him the final link in a complex mental process, the last host who contacted a few scattered thoughts, summarizing accumulated facts and conditions. Writing an article he released in my brain space for new ideas and challenges. In the end, it was something common to many habits from time to time "to unburden themselves with the words" habits that helping sometimes people carry and forget real or imaginary suffering.

To serve only the Beauty. Serve it - and to hell with the crowd! The joy of the poet in the works, but not in the subsequent success achieved. Don't argue with me. I know. And you know it. You are wounded beauty. This is an open wound, an incurable disease, a red-hot knife in the heart. What you flirt with magazines? Let your purpose will be only one Beauty.

One thing I ask: love me and believe in love.

She's a miracle, a mystery, is it for him to guess at least one idea!

I guess it has some kind of evil force, otherwise where did he get this power over her.