Book: Pebbled leather. Page 7

Ruthless should be the hurricanes that are forced to beg peace from the barrel of a pistol.

The disease is a coincidence, but the brutality is a Vice.

Apoplexy is a pistol shot without a miss.

The revelry is, of course, art, like poetry, requires a strong soul.

Now all your desires will be fulfilled exactly, but at the expense of your life.

There is something great and terrible suicide. For most people, fall is not terrible, as for children who fall from a small height, not hurt, but when he crashed a great man, it means that he fell from a great height that he rose to heaven and saw some unreachable Paradise.

We must be very miserable in order to excite pity, so weak, to get sympathy, really dark with a mind to flinch heart...

Every woman will find a lover, on which you can cry, but not everyone was lucky like you, to lose him on the scaffold.

To judge a person, it is necessary at least to penetrate into the deep recesses of his thoughts, misery, unrest. Be of interest only to the external events of his life - it's like that to make a chronological table, write the history on the needs and the taste of fools.

Happiness consumes our strength, adversity destroys our virtues.

When a man thinks he has perfected it, in fact he did just the permutation.

The one who was a friend in misfortune, has the right to be a friend in power.

There is nothing that connects us, as our vices.

Liberty begets anarchy, anarchy leads to despotism, and despotism back to freedom. Millions of creatures died, never having achieved the triumph of any of these systems.