Book: On heroes and tombs

Fate can not long to do a thorough selection of the people which should serve the instrument. For example, if you're really in a hurry to arrive somewhere on time, if it's a matter of life or death, you're not going to look at the fact that taxi green trim, or that the horse is ugly tail. Grab the first thing that comes to hand. Because Fate usually are not completely clear, but rather ambiguous: she knows what he wants, but people engaged in it, not hurt it you know. Kind of stupid subordinates who will never fulfill the exact order of the authorities. So Destiny has to act according to the principle Sarmiento*: to do their job, albeit badly, but still to do. And often she feels you need your workers to intoxicate or to confuse.

Destiny is not abstract and sometimes it is the knife of the slave, and sometimes a smile unmarried women. Fate chooses your weapon, embodied, and here you are, if you please.

If a man is born to do or say something original, then reading it will not ruin.

... always afraid to look at a man who is sure that he is completely alone - there's then something tragic, almost sacred, and yet terrible, shameful.

Over the years I have noticed that other people as would serve only as a bridge for the other two, between which then establishes a deep and lasting friendship - kind of flimsy, temporary bridge, which the military unit is moving across the chasm, and crossing to the other side, removes.

If I were a painter-abstractionist, I, too, could play the chicken by triangle multiple places, but the chicken broth will cook.