Book: The sign of four

- Someone call a man an animal, endowed with a soul.
- Winwood Reade said so well. He says that the individual man is an insoluble puzzle, in the aggregate people are a kind of mathematical unity and are subject to certain laws. Is it possible, for example, to predict the actions of the individual, but the behavior of the whole group, turns out to predict with greater accuracy. Individuals differ, but the percentage of human characters in any group remains constant.

Women can never be trusted completely, even the best of them.

And how good to breathe the fresh morning air! See that little cloud? It floats like a pink feather of a giant Flamingo. The red disk of the sun barely Wade up through a London fog. It shines on a good many people who love to get up early in the morning, but there is hardly one among them though who are in a hurry on a stranger thing than we are. How little think the man with his miserable ambition and dreams in the presence of these elements!

Le mauvais gout mene au crime.
Bad taste leads to crime.

"Wir sind gewohnt, dass die Menschen verhonen was sie nicht verstehen". Goethe, as always, deep and brief.

Il n y a pas des sots si incommodes que ceux qui ont de l'esprit
No more obnoxious fools, than those who are not completely devoid of mind.

The amazing, incomprehensible thing is love, so we got two, we've never met before that day, never told each other, no kind words, not looking affectionately at each other, and now in a moment of danger, our hands instinctively reached out to one another. I often thought with amazement of that moment, but then it seemed to me natural, and she often told me that immediately reached out to me, confident that you will find in me comfort, and protection. So we stood in front of this strange, dark house, holding hands like children, and our hearts suddenly enveloped the rest.

My brain rebels against idleness. Give me a deal! Give me a complex problem, unsolvable problem, zaputannye case - and I forget about the artificial stimulants.

If my future is black, it is better to think of him with a cold calm, like a man, not to decorate it with an empty play of the imagination.

I can't live without hard mental work. Disappears the purpose of life. Look out the window. How sad, disgusting and hopeless world! See how the yellow fog swirls down the street, enveloping the dirty brown house. What could be more prosaic and merely material? What is the use of exceptional abilities, doctor, if it is not possible to apply them? The crime is boring, existence bored, there's nothing left on earth except boredom.

- Funny how you alternate periods of what I'm talking about the other person, call it laziness, with periods full of the most active and strenuous activities.
"Yes," he said, inherent in me quality and great lazy and a notorious fighter. I often recall the words of Goethe: what a pity that nature has made you one people: of the material you would have sufficed for the righteous and the rascal.

Jean-Paul somehow subtly and deeply noticed that the true greatness of a man is to understand his own insignificance. This implies that the ability to compare and evaluate the itself is a proof of inner nobility.

How little we seem with our petty ambitions and desires compared to the forces that govern the universe!

Love is an emotional thing, and as such, it is the opposite to pure and cold intellect. And the reason I have been known to put above all. As for me, I will never marry, so as not to lose clarity of mind.