Book: The September rose

Is true time is not measured by the images it leaves in our memory? For me, every day spent with Dolores, stands the whole year.

Suffering is the path of truth.

After all, what is a book? Thought, frozen in a certain moment...

The artist appreciated not only creativity, but also his protest against Convention. He must be the embodiment of freedom.

... Two's company and three's a crowd.

If you really want to get to know the city, it is necessary to walk.

Do not miss the opportunity to be happy, life is not so many of these opportunities.

... The expectation of happiness more beautiful than the happiness.

... The evil tongues do not spare anyone, and bad news travels fast. There are people who are only happy when making others suffer.

Women were terrible creatures, he said. - They are blackmailing us by his death and always get what I want.

In the absence of the love women want to feel its scents, hear the echoes, to see the reflection.

Love? What a vague word! It means anything: animal passion, the tenderness, the disease.

You see, we women their demands and whims can bring man to the brink, to the critical point, followed by gap, but most importantly, time to stop and not to cross that line. Otherwise, family, whatever it was, the end will come.

The alternation of adversity and good luck too clearly showed me the impermanence of those whom I trusted most.