Book: Doll

- So here it is, my happiness? he thought. - What is available, I don't want and cling to what is not given in hand.

The worst loneliness is not something that surrounds us, and the emptiness inside.

Every happiness is in himself.

Believe me, it is easier to throw from the pocket a thousand rubles, than one affection of the heart. Especially if she's already taken root.

What fame is? Counterfeit coin, for which we give happiness, sacrificing them for the sake of others.

The woman is a vile creature: and she plays something that is not even able to understand...

Stupid life! Rushing along the ground in pursuit of Ghost, who carried in his own heart, and only when he disappears, we see that it was crazy...

Such a person could be at worst even...... husband, for people happen the most terrible misfortunes. But the lover no, that would be ridiculous.. If necessary, the most refined aristocrat mud; but to experience the pleasure can only crazy.

Death is not evident on the bold, and only stops against them like a vicious dog, and looks green eyes: do not close your eyes do people.

God created eve, Adam was sick of being in Paradise.

Puppets!.. All the puppets!.. It seems like they do what they want, and they do what tells them the spring, the same dead as they...