Book: Vanity fair. Page 1

While there is life there is hope...

... Pretty face always excites the sympathy of men - those incorrigible vertoprahov. A woman can have wisdom and chastity of Minerva, but we don't pay attention to her, if she is plain. What kind of crazy thing we do for a pair of brilliant eye! What nonsense, pronounced red lips and delicate voice, did not seem to us pleasant! And here the ladies, with their inherent sense of justice, decides: once a beautiful woman - so stupid. Oh ladies, ladies, how many among you and ugly, and stupid!

Only women know how to hurt. Their little poisoned arrows, which causes a thousand times more pain than manly weapon.

... What we are is at one and the same time, credulous and sceptical, compliant, stubborn, rigid, when it comes to others and indecisive when it comes to ourselves.

Some rich people organically uncharacteristic gratitude, and it is difficult to expect it of them. They take services to the poor people for granted. But you, poor parasite and humble trust, there is little reason to complain. In your friendly feelings towards the wealthy as much sincerity, as in his response to you location. You love the money, not the person!

Vanity Fair! Vanity Fair! Here we have a man barely literate and not at all interested in reading, the person with the habits and cunning of a peasant, whose life goal is to petty chicanery, people who never knew no desires, worries, or joys, but dirty and vulgar, and yet his enviable San, he enjoys honor and authority. He is an important person in your own country, the support of the state. He's the high Sheriff and travels in a gilded carriage. Great Ministers and statesmen who cared for him; and in Vanity Fair he occupies a higher position than the people of a brilliant mind or spotless virtue.

We appeal, as the Turks, with the feelings of our women, and even demand that they recognize us this right. We let their bodies roam quite freely, their smiles, lakoniki and pink hats replace them blankets and veils. But their souls are allowed to see only one man, and they are happy to obey and agree to sit at home is not worse than the slaves in servitude, and performing all the dirty work.

Really, what kind of education rather achieves the purpose, if not self?

If you want to denigrate the person, then, to be sure, no one does it better his relatives.

If you think young, this is without a doubt flattering, but when you're forty-six years and you bullied as a kid, you long to be offended.

The fears and concerns of a young age do not leave some people to the end of life.

A lot of you, in fact you or I know about each other, our children, our fathers, our neighbors?

Tomorrow the success or failure will mean nothing; the sun will rise and all people will go as usual, work or fun, and I'm away from all these troubles!

Who has not remarked the readiness with which the closest friends suspect and accuse each other of cheating, as soon as it will affect cash payments! They all do. I think each of us is right and everyone else is cheaters.