Book: Three men in a boat, not counting the dog. Page 3

Even the greatest minds ever in reach of his ideal.

... and everything went previsao, like during a funeral procession...

It happens that the heat of the moment the person is ready for the most unimaginable sacrifices, but then, after a little thought, he begins to understand how they are not commensurate with the value of the object of his desires.

Do not try to be ethical and fair, friends! Carefully observe your stomach, nourish it with understanding and care. Then the satisfaction and virtue will reign in your heart without any effort on your part; you will become a good citizen, a loving husband, tender father - a noble, pious man.

Than only they do not load their frail little craft, pulling it up to the top of the mast! Here and fancy dress and a huge house; useless servants, and a crowd of secular friends who appreciate you no more than two pence, and for whom you do not give and a half; receptions with their sadness the death; prejudice and fashion, vanity and hypocrisy, and - the most tedious and meaningless rubbish! - the fear that you think about your neighbor... All of that stuff, man! Throw him overboard! It makes your boat so heavy that you are straining, sitting at the oars. It makes it so unwieldy and unstable that you don't have a moment's peace, never a moment's rest, which you could dedicate dreamy idleness; once you see no ripples, sliding along the shallows or on sunbeams, Bouncing on the water or on the mighty trees, looking from the banks at his reflection, nor the green and Golden oak, and no wave in the wind a reed or sedge, nor fern, nor blue forget-me-nots.

Finally, laughing, we rise, beat the empty tube and with the words "good night" to sleep under the big silent stars, lulled by the lapping water and the rustling of the trees, and we dream that the world is young again, young and beautiful as she was beautiful land before centuries of unrest and anxiety had furrowed her face, and the sins and follies of her children had aged her loving heart, beautiful as in former days, when, as a young mother, she cradled us, your sons, broad of chest, while insidious civilization had lured us out of her loving arms and taunts the artificiality not made us ashamed of the simple life we led with her, and the simple stately home where so many thousands of years ago humankind was born.

In General, as I have noticed, almost all things in this world look on the pictures where better, than in reality.

A glass of beer will not hurt when you are going to spend the evening around the city and gawk at the girls; but beware of it when the sun hits your head and you will have a physical job.

The less a man in the clothes of the taste, the more he usually opasteet.

The Terriers are four times more innate sinfulness than other dogs, and us Christians need a lot of patience and work to significantly change the psychology of rowdy Terriers.

Minutes disappear, and he sleeps, unhappy, forgetting that life is the great and difficult task!

If I catch forty pieces, - he said - I'll tell you what caught fifty, and so on. But the more I add I will not, because lying is a sin.

I don't know why, but when I see someone sleeping, while I'm awake, I get furious. So painful to witness that precious hours of earthly existence, fleeting moments, which he will never return, people wasting beastly dream.

Me more nothing I hate when I see people who sit and do nothing when something I do.