Book: Diary of a weeds

You can not return the love that was not... People scream and cry about what you never had. It seems, as if some great evil, and robs them of their patrimony. But in fact nothing goes, because they're not really owned. He who has a calm. He has nothing to worry about. True affection - not a feather that will catch a gust of wind.

Everything in life happens according to its secret laws, and we, the people, only obedient executors.

Only poetry can convey the subtle shades of emotional experiences. The prose in this respect, rude and clumsy as a peasant crop in comparison with the elegant convertible.

Neither the second nor the third of life a person does not and can not be. One life, like a road without end.

You can't buy talent, because he is born of inspiration; you cannot buy pure love, for she is a gift from the Gods. Everything else can be exchanged for money.

The world is a jungle, and to survive in it, must be a predator. Yes there are predator - dinosaur need to be! Otherwise devour and the bones will not leave.

To kill a man does not need to be a master. They need to be to incredible conditions to save their lives. Strive to achieve perfect harmony, the sword of the spirit and the body, go beyond the personal, immediate, and thou shalt know the secrets of the universe...

It is impossible to live in the world, and separates itself from it, in the eternal fear that it could deprive the most important. Otherwise, why are you here, stranger? What're carrying? If you're empty, be prepared for the fact that the cries and accusations will not help you.

In life you can't avoid trouble. Even if you sit and do nothing. But there is much more terrible thing... Not to have goals worth striving for!

You can not come fortunately the slippery tracks. Compromise with yourself impossible. This is the path to the abyss...

Saying goodbye to the past... Sometimes it's necessary. The old leaves wither and fall, they drifted over to the spring green trees.

And life in his own goodness. She never brings evil on purpose. People do bring it on yourself - thoughts, actions they Harbor evil, making it stronger. Evil grows and comes to their souls. Each of them has his own day of reckoning.

Live like a star in the sky. See all the stars and everything visible. But they are not available. Beyond vain... They give your light, but do not give yourself!

Many cults rely on fear, on the weaknesses in the character of the people. They're searching for that wormhole, through which will begin to destroy. And if there is it in man that... bad business. It will put pressure, to intimidate, to influence the whip, the stick, yet he did not falter, will not change itself. Then everything! It becomes an easy prey. He is more his own boss and will do what you are told.
Such power is illusory. Her strength is deceptive and, by and large, negligible. To anything anyone should be forced... unless clicking the scourge of fear. A gain such a power, invariably become its victim.