Book: Sunday. Page 8

People wanted to do the impossible thing: being evil to fix evil.

The difference between him, as he was then and what he was now, was enormous. Then he was cheerful, a free man, before whom opened endless possibilities; now he felt from all sides caught in the snares of silly, idle, aimless, miserable life, from which he saw no way out, Yes even for the most part and didn't want to leave. He remembered how once prided himself on his directness, as he set himself once a rule always to speak the truth and really was true and how he now was all a lie - in the most terrible of lies that are accepted by all people, surrounding him, true. And it was not from this lie, at least he didn't see out of that lie no way out. And it has pollution in it, got used to it, luxuriated in it.

"And as they believe, and those who work, as well as those who force them to work, it must be that, while at home their pregnant women working back-breaking work and their children in skupeika before the imminent starvation senile smile, Sutch legs, they should build this stupid unnecessary Palace some stupid and useless person-one of those who spoil and Rob them," Nekhludoff thought, looking at the house.

People are like rivers: water in all the same and everywhere one and the same, but each river is narrow, then fast, then wide, quiet... and people. Every man carries within himself the beginnings of all properties of human, and sometimes shows alone, sometimes by others and is often quite unlike himself, remaining one and himself.

It seems that, as luck would have it, everything hit a sore spot, and think it's only because the bumps on the affected area visible.

Bad action only comes the way to bad actions; bad thoughts hurtling down this road.

I - convict ***ing, and you the master, the Prince, and have nothing with me Mara, go to your princesses; my price is pretty rad.

Horrible! Don't know what is there more of cruelty or absurdity. But I think both brought to the last degree.

All people live and act partly according to their thoughts, and partly by the thoughts of other people. How people live in their thoughts and how the thoughts of other people, is one of the main differences between them.

Two years did not write the diary and thought that will never return to this childishness. And it was not childish, but a conversation with yourself, so true, divine self which lives in every human being. All this time I was sleeping and I didn't have anyone to talk to.

The love between a man and a woman there always comes a moment when love reaches its Zenith when it is nothing conscious, rational and there is nothing sensual.

Trusting himself, every question should be solved always in favor of the animal I'm looking for easy pleasures, and almost always against him, believing the same to others to decide there was nothing, everything was already decided, and it was decided always against the spiritual in favor of the animal Y. moreover, trusting himself, he had always condemned people, - believing others he had their approval of the people around him.

People believed that sacred and important not this spring morning, not the beauty of the world God has given for the benefit of all beings as sacred and important that they have invented to rule over each other.

As he tried the people gathered in one small place a few hundred thousand, to disfigure the land on which they clung, no matter how stoned earth on which nothing grew on it, no matter how clean off all the grass is coming, like it or smoked with coal and oil, like it or circumcise their trees and drove all the animals and birds - spring was spring, even in this city.