Book: Without dogma

Sniatyn says that when I have a habit of recording their thoughts and impressions, it becomes a favorite thing in life.

In the world there is only one logic - the logic of passion. The mind warns us only from time to time, and then, when the horses rush forward irresistibly, he sits on the box and only ensures that they smashed the crew. The human heart can not protect yourself from love, and love is the element, the same effect as tide. If a woman loves her husband, her the devil himself will not tear off from it. And the oath of allegiance, which she gave in front of the altar - a dedication of love. But when this oath is an obligation without love, then the first tide threw her on the sand like a dead fish.

If I steal money, according to the secular code of honor, I'm a thief and forever disgraced himself and the robbed remains clean. If I steal someone's wife, I the thief, stay clean, and the shame falls on robbed. What is it? Simply a perversion of the moral concepts, or between stealing a purse and stealing his wife such a big difference that these two deeds and associate not? I just thought about it and came to the conclusion that this is not the same thing. Man cannot be the property of another as a thing, and an affair with another man's wife is an act of mutual will. Why should I recognize the rights of the husband if these rights does not recognize his wife?

Flirty - the same lender: gives little and requires a huge percent.

Women I now look, as a former jeweler of precious stones: he will see some rare instance, and says to himself: "And it would be worth it to buy" - but then remembers that he already gave up his profession, and passes by.

Man is like the sea: it has its ebb and flow.

With love life has a price, without her is not worth a penny.

Winter is harsh, but it's good! Is it some force and grandeur, and most importantly - a bold frankness. As a Frank friend hurts you the truth bluntly, and she ruthlessly grabs the ears. But it is an invigorating freshness is transmitted to humans.

They [the people] like a book with a small number of pages, but full of clear and simple rules, and I'm - a multi-volume edition, in which there is no single indisputable truth, and each of these truths I am the first ready to doubt.

... As Satan is a fallen angel, hate is a degenerate love.

I was convinced that people until the last minute saves not only all the traits of his character, but also their quirks. My father even in these solemn and serious moments of proximity to death seemed to be very pleased with what right was he, not the doctor, and that he justified his distrust of medicine.

In the consciousness that I can't change anything, is some peace. I always remember that Indian, the boat which carried to Niagara. First, he's a force that gives us only despair, fought with a powerful current, and when I realized that there is no escape, threw the oars, stretched out on the bottom of the boat and began to sing.

Pride, vanity and the desire to please - an inexhaustible source of inner insecurity and weakness.

For the disappointed hopes of revenge on the stage. In life, the same goes with heavy sediment in my soul, and all.