Book: The sorrow of Satan (Hell for Geoffrey tempest)

From a merciless hand to a broken heart

The poor man, as the thin, anxious priest said, would not always be patient!

With all my wealth, I have done nothing worthy of merit.

I looked at her in silence, dejected, stunned, with the feeling as if something infinitely pure and precious had turned to dust at my feet.

After all, this is something special - to have an ancestor pierced with a spear on the Bosphorus field and left there to be eaten by birds! Apparently, this gives the right to cruelty for the whole family in the future.

But I could love Sibylla if she'd let her, but she doesn't want to. She spends her life like a block of ice and loves no one.

Live for yourself. If you do something for others, those others will only respond to you with the blackest ingratitude.

Lord, they do not find God there at all; they see only the priest; it's kind of a disappointment.

And I learned that the best, greatest, most honest, and most worthy in life is beyond the market price, and that the gifts of the gods are not for sale.

- My Glory! I spoke bitterly. - How did I reach it? Is it worth anything?

... beautiful body and angelic face was only a mask for captivating the souls of the harpies.

Best actor is the one who brilliantly plays the Comedy in life as I strive to do it. Walking is good, moan well, laugh well and die well! All this is pure Comedy, because in every man is a mute, terrifying, the immortal spirit that is real, not pretend, which is, and which expresses an infinite though speechless protest against the lies of the body!

You have to make sure that in our time no one is working selflessly; which would not seem pure on earth good deed, his "I" lies at its base.

The body - our main concern: we Holim him, feed him, nurture him and protect him from the most miserable pain, if you can, and therefore we assure ourselves that all is well, all should be well! Meanwhile it is no more like dust, like a doll, liable to crumble and be destroyed with the increase in her soul butterfly that flies with the blind instinct into the unknown, prelsey excessive light!