Book: The moon and sixpence

And did this painting?
It is hard to say. Everything was so strange and fantastic. Sure he saw the beginnings of light, Paradise, Adam and eve - it was a hymn to the beauty of the human body, male and female, the praise of nature, the majestic, indifferent, and cruel predstatelnoj. The breathtaking feeling of infinite space and eternal time. Strickland wrote the trees I saw every day, coconut trees, Banyan trees, tamarinds, alligator pears, and since I see quite different, like there is in them a living spirit and a mystery which I every moment ready to grasp and which still eludes me. Paint was also familiar to me, and at the same time others. They were private, one of them inherent value. And these naked people, men and women! Ground, however, alien to the earth. They felt as if the clay from which they were created, but there was in them a spark of divinity. Before you had people in all the nakedness of his primeval instincts, and frost creep you the skin, because it was you.

I was always afraid to act as a champion of morality, because in this role it is required to be smug, a person who has been not deprived of sense of humor, it's not pleasant. If I'm at risk to expose themselves to ridicule, it is only because something very dear to me.

Life is harsh and cruel. No one knows why we are here and where we go. Humility is becoming to us. We should appreciate the beauty of peace. Have to go through life humbly and quietly so that fate does not notice us. And love we must look at the ordinary, unpretentious people. Their ignorance is better than knowledge. We need to be quiet, to be content with their modest area, be gentle and kind as they are. That's the whole wisdom of life.

Rather, the writer aims to know than to judge.

Oddly enough, but when it's all over, you suddenly feel unusually pure, immaterial. You as a disembodied spirit, and here touches beauty, like the beauty of the tangible. It seems to you that you have merged with the wind, with the trees on which the buds swelled, with iridescent waters of the river. You like a God. And can you explain why?

Soul - non-permanent resident of the body and is capable of mysterious transformations.

- You have to live in an era when women were slaves and men slaveholders, - I said.
I'm just a normal man.

Love is an overwhelming feeling. She otrezaet people from themselves, and even the inveterate clairvoyant though, and knows that it will happen, but not really able to imagine that his love will pass.

Mrs. Strickland had a gift of sympathy. Great quality, but those who are aware of it in myself, often it is abused; with the greed of a vampire bite they are in trouble friends, just to find a use for his talent. They bring down on their victim's sympathy, it has exactly the gusher worse tangling their business. On the other breast shed so many tears that I would not dare to moisten her own.

God knows what suffering was endured by the author, some bitter experiences have left him behind, what heart pains tormented him, and to his book for an hour or two have fun casual reader or helped him to disperse the boredom of the road. But judging by the reviews, many of these books are excellently written, the authors invested a lot of thoughts, and some of the anxious labour of a lifetime. From all this I conclude that the satisfaction of the writer is to search only in the work itself and in the liberation from the burden of his thoughts, remaining indifferent to everything prewholesale have blasphemy and praise, to success and failure.

Amazing creatures these women. You can treat them worse than a dog, you can beat them until their arms ache, and they still love you. One of the most ridiculous inventions of Christianity if they have a soul.

When a man performs some unexpected act, it is generally attributed to unworthy motives.

Any attempts at originality don't hide mediocrity. A keen connoisseur, even in the sketch sees the hidden emotional depth of the artist who created it.

- And why, pray tell, are you interested in Blanche Struve?
How do I know? - he said at last. I couldn't stand. It was funny.