Book: King Solomon's mines

- While the person is alive, we should not lose hope.

And I involuntarily thought of the vicissitudes of life and how suddenly changes its course wheel of fortune.

Mankind is blind and deaf to those, on whose head fell the shame; the one who humiliated and helpless, alone in life and can not count on mercy.

They came in groups of four and kept a sort of stretcher made from animal skins, which at each corner was attached a loop to make it easier to carry. Incidentally, such a stretcher is always a lot in each group kukrinsko army. On these skins, which seemed endless, was lying wounded. As they were brought, they hastily examined by doctors who relied ten in each regiment. If the wound was not severe, the injured warrior was carried away and carefully treated, because, of course, allowed the existing conditions. But if the condition of the wounded was hopeless, under the pretext of a medical examination one of the doctors opened him with a sharp knife the artery, and the poor quickly and painlessly died. Of course, it's terrible, but, on the other hand, is not a true expression of mercy?

When a person is expert in only one case, he seeks to maintain his prestige for their skills.

Women's eyes are always good, no matter what they may be in color.

Sweet kisses and caresses with women, but the ringing of copies, and the smell of human blood so much sweeter.

If you weren't British, I wouldn't believe it. But English gentlemen do not speak false words.

People tend impermanence, and they are always ready to worship the rising sun...

Strange, how awful, we always experienced at the sight of the dead!

- ... What is life? It is easy to feather, is the seed of grass, which the wind carries in all directions. Sometimes it reproduces and then dies, sometimes flies in the heavens. But if the seed is healthy, I may be slightly delayed on the way which he was destined. Well, fighting with the wind to go that way and dwell on it. The man must die. In the worst case he might die a little earlier...

- What is life? he continued. - Tell me about the white people! You are wise, you who know the mysteries of the universe secrets of the stars and all that is above them and around them! About white people, you in the blink of an eye pass his words from afar without a voice, open to me the secret of our lives: where it goes and where it come from?
You can not answer me; you do not know. Listen to me: I will answer myself. From darkness we came, and into darkness we go. Like a bird blown about in the darkness of the storm, we're out of Nothing. For a moment our wings are seen in the light of the fire, and here again we fly into Nothing. Life is nothing and life is everything. This is the hand that removes Death. It's a Firefly that flickers in the dark of night and goes out in the morning. This white steam of breath of the oxen in winter, it is barely visible shadow, which creeps along the grass and disappears at sunset.

How little we think of others when it comes to our security, our vanity or reputation.

Truth is a sharp spear, which hits the target and never misses.

Love the one that is with you, because you know that one that far, you probably is not true.