Book: Hamlet. Page 1

He, like many of the same analysis, in which the empty century in love, only had the appearance of a conversation, kind of effervescent gas, departing in the middle of the stupidest judgments, and touch them to experience - and the bubbles disappeared.

Tell me what you prepared to do? Cry? To fight?
Post? To torment myself? Drink acute poison?
I will do the same. You howl come from?
You want me to have jumped into her grave?
You want to be buried? Me too.
You're talking about the heights of mountains? So let
We bulk a million hills.
To the head of the country fire touched
And the OSS before it was used a grain of sand!

Poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: it was a man of infinite humor and divney imagination. A thousand times he carried me on his shoulders, and now... How to push my imagination these remains! I'm almost sick. Here were the lips I kissed them so often. Where be your gibes now, your antics? Where songs, zip-liners, from which all feasting were laughing so hard? Who will sotret now over thy same bone smile? It's all gone.

Pity I have to be tough.
I must be cruel, only to be kind.

When the fear of something after death -
Obscure the edge of no return
Earthly Wanderers - will not bother,
Leaving us to endure our hardships
Than fly to others that we know not of?
So cowards makes us think,
And so the determination of the natural color
Withers under the touch of thought pale,
And undertakings, vanessas powerful,
Turning in the direction of your move
Lose the name of action.

What we decided in a moment of passion, with passion and die.

Is nothing neither bad nor good; the idea makes it one or the other.

Speck of evil destroys the good.

Don't say think,
And the thought immature not do it.

Yes, he was a man in all the meaning of the word.
I can't find one like him.

To be honest, in the course of things, so to be the only one out of ten thousand.

But God knows, too much care
The same curse of the elderly,
How careless of you - Woe to the youth.

About how you painted, I, too, had heard enough. God gave you one face and you paint yourself another. You podtantsovke you semanita legs, you babble, you are God's creatures given nicknames and their lust issued for the unseen.

We fatten the animals to fatten yourself for worms. A fat king and skinny beggar - only dishes, two dishes to one table. It all ends there. The case possible - to fish with a worm that ate of a king, and then eat the fish that ate the worm.