Book: Chronicle of the reign of Charles IX

In a country with a developed civilization is a crime, then the state goes less civilized for only a manifestation of courage, and in barbarous times, maybe even considered as a meritorious act.

But the wrath of the people will only give a small amount of blood her if not to quench it.

Who would dare to assert that the Parisians may not have a lover?

Word to the fanatics rushed to cut their fallen heresy compatriots needed somebody to become at their head and yell "hit!", and that's all.

Satan after the departure brings down on you the strong straight punch Anger and then resorting to cheat by means of Hypocrisy, deals you a blow with a quart of Pride. A Christian is covered by the first Patient, and then respond to a blow by blow Pride of Humility. Satan, in a rage, stabs him first by Adultery, however, seeing that his attack otarasova the mortification of the flesh, swiftly rushes the opponent and gives him the bandwagon with Laziness, hurt him with the dagger of Envy and at the same time tries to settle in his heart Avarice. Here Christian need to stand on my feet and watch both. Work will prevent it from tripping Laziness, from the dagger of Envy - Love of neighbor (a very difficult parade, my brothers!). And with regards to the encroachments of Avarice, then one Charity is able to protect.

A short footman brought jam, candy and white wine coffee and tea was not yet in Vogue: the wine is replaced by our ancestors unpretentious fine drinks.

If to give vent to the low passions of the crowd, it will not erase.

- Yeah, in Longlake we looted so robbed! Remember - Drools. - What a beautiful silk dress we got! exclaimed Mila. - How much of a good bra! - cried Trudgen. - What heat we gave to the nuns of the great monastery! - stepped standard-Junker.

No, now the Huguenots not so bad smell. Now, if they do not burn, the stench from them would be - plugging nose. Now this morning in a lot on the sand there lay, with a height of... how to say? The height of this fireplace.

Now human the one who is cruel, cruel he who is human.

The head of a Papist tight bottle. But it is really quite empty.

Love you... but damn, how can I love you not seeing?

Maternal grief is great and legitimate feeling.

Don't call this my faith. I don't believe in anything. Since then, I have learned to think, since then, as my mind goes its own way.