Book: Pebbled leather. Page 6

Love is like the wind: we don't know where it comes from.

For the patient the world starts at your bedside and ends at his feet.

No matter how majestic the mountain, society always manages to belittle him, to omiat the epigram; it draws cartoons, throwing in the face of the deposed king of insults, allegedly in revenge for their wrongs; like the young Roman women in the circus, this cast is merciless to the defeated gladiators; gold and abuse the heart of her life... the Death of the weak! - this is the Covenant of the upper class that arose all the peoples of the world, for example, rise the rich, and this saying etched in their hearts, born in contentment and nourished by the aristocracy.

The rich try to be surprised at nothing; they are obliged at first sight to find in the lovely work the lack to get rid of amazement - feeling very vulgar.

You know, there are two poverty. One nestrashno walks the streets in rags and repeats, without knowing it, the story of Diogenes, eating poorly and being limited in life only the most necessary; perhaps she's happier than wealth, or at least no cares and protects a world where powerful people can't find anything. And there is poverty, covered with luxury, poverty, Spanish, posed by poverty, under the title; the proud, feathered, white waistcoat, yellow gloves, this poverty travels in the carriage, and loses the fortune for lack of a cent. The first is the poverty of the common people, the second is the poverty of crooks, kings and people gifted.

For them, never a penny is worth a million, but a million seems to them a penny.

Only a poor young man knows what passion requires expenditure on carriages, gloves, dress, underwear and so on. When love remains Platonic for too long, it becomes ruinous.

She never was given to keep all their fans. As long as the woman is not liked, she flirts.

Alas, on whim, we always have the money, we only skimp on costs useful and necessary. Dancers we throw in a free gold account and traded work with, who is waiting for a hungry family.

Who goes in pursuit of happiness, should not be burdened with Luggage!

- You make me doubt the omnipotence of God, for your stupidity exceeds his power.

I was a victim of too much ambition, I thought that you were meant for greater things, and languished in insignificance. I felt the need for people and had no friends. I had to make his way in the world - and languished in solitude, rather out of shame than fear.

Glory - commodity disadvantageous: it is expensive, remains bad.

Of people quite unhappy, since he's superstitious. Superstition is often not that other as hope.