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People, offset by the education, the personality disappear.

An immediate consequence of the Constitution - the sexualization of the minds. Art, science, monuments - all eaten up with selfishness, this modern leprosy.

Of course, better a bad peace than a good quarrel, and costs much less.

Moses, Sylla, Louis XIV, Richelieu, Robespierre and Napoleon, maybe they are all one and the same person, again and again appearing among different civilizations, like a comet in the sky.

Journalism, you see, the religion of the modern society, and there is progress.

- Crime...
- Here the word high as the gallows and deeper, like a Hay - said Rafael.

Is keen rays of peace, perfect caress of the eye, while the soft twilight of the physical world hurts him constantly? Not by knowledge of whether wisdom is born? And what is madness, if not the immensity of desire or of power?

That's where he said, hitting himself on the forehead, - that's where the real millions!

Thought is the key to all the treasures, it gives you all the joys of a miser, but without his worries.

To see - whether it means to know?

As if buried under the rubble of so many universes, we inquire ourselves: what is our glory, our hatred, our love? If we are to become in the future an intangible point of whether or not to accept the burden of existence? And now, torn from the soil of our time, we cease to live until the footman and say, "the Countess told me to say that she is waiting for you."

... women for extreme sensations is ready to sacrifice everything...

... feeling in himself the thrill of life, still struggling with painful thoughts of suicide, he would raise his eyes to heaven, but the looming grey clouds, the dreary howling of the wind and the chilly, wet autumn has inspired him with the desire to die.

Every suicide is a sublime poem of melancholy.