Book: Pebbled leather. Page 9

Women in the power of any particular mindset, usually see the man of talent only his shortcomings, but in the fool - only its advantages; the advantages of a fool they have a lot of sympathy, because they flatter their own shortcomings, the happiness that they can give a gifted man, standing above them, not reimburse them for its imperfections. They all look to their lovers as a means to satisfy their own vanity. Themselves - that's who they love in us!

Here on earth, nothing is entirely but unhappiness.

Feminine lover of Oriental laziness, sensual, in love with my dreams, I knew no rest and did not allow themselves to enjoy the pleasures of Parisian life. Lakomka - I forced myself to moderation; lover to hike and swim in a boat on the sea, dream to visit different countries, still happy, like a child, throwing pebbles in water, now I without straightening his back, sitting behind a Desk; loquacious, I silently listened to public lectures in the library and the Museum; I slept on a lonely and miserable bed, just a Benedictine monk, and meanwhile the woman was my dream - the dream cherished and forever eludes me! In short, my life has been a cruel contradiction, a continual lie. Here and look after about people!

Ah, much better to know that my lover lies dead on Kramarska cemetery than in the bed of the opponent!

- To listen to You, I'm a fool?!
On the contrary, it's because you're not listening!

Pity is the feeling which is just harder to stand from other people, especially if you do serve a reason for pity. Their hatred is a tonic, it gives meaning to your life, it inspires vengeance, but compassion for us is killing us, it increases our weakness. It - insinuating evil, it is a contempt under the guise of tenderness or the tenderness offensive.

The key to all science is a question mark.