Book: Satan's Sorrow

- A genius would do well to live in a palace at least once, but he, as a rule, dies of hunger.

Although money does not always conquer everything, it does not succeed only when there is no mind in money. Mind and money together can move the world. The mind is often able to do this without the help of money, and this is an indisputable, proven fact that fools should not forget.

I can buy it all! Name, honor and power - everything is corruptible in our amazing commercial age and rises to the highest price!

He can do whatever he wants, because in the world and morality, and civilization, and everything else is subject to the power of money, and his means seem to be inexhaustible.

Play buddy, play! The sounds you make are very pleasant and make you think you are happy. Is this the case, or have you, like me, gone down the drain?

Nevertheless, the most inveterate cynic will hardly deny that it is comforting to look back to the days of youth, when, perhaps, only once in his life he had noble aspirations.

We soon discovered that society was more interested in the latest scandal than in the tragedies of Sophocles or the wisdom of Plato.

No matter how kind a friend is in other circumstances, when asked to borrow money, he immediately becomes callous. He expresses regret, blames bad things going on and generally hard times, and is reassuring, saying things will change soon.

I have lagged behind life, considering literature above all professions, and would rather not associate it with those who voluntarily humiliate it.

I could never find justice in this system. It seems to me that this is simply the patronage of mediocrity and the suppression of originality.

I endured in gloomy silence both kicks and blows, and continued to live - not out of love for life, but because I despised the cowardice of self-destruction.

Anyone who seeks a job with just a head and a pen feels like a kind of social outcast at the beginning of this career. Nobody needs him, everyone despise him. His ambitions are ridiculed, his manuscripts are returned to him unread, and he is less cared for than a convicted murderer in prison. The murderer is at least clothed and fed, the venerable priest visits him, and the jailer sometimes even wants to play cards with him. But a man gifted with original thoughts and capable of expressing them is considered the worst of criminals, and if they could, he would be pushed to death.

Why shouldn't weeds bloom like green laurel?

A woman, after all, is just a female, her soul is only a reflection of the soul of a man; she is absolutely devoid of logic and does not know how to reason. However, religion is supported by this reckless creation and it is a curious fact that despite the unconditional superiority of a man, a woman has repeatedly managed to stir up the world and overthrow the plans of the wisest kings and advisers who, logically, should have overcome her. In our time, it has become even more difficult to cope with a woman.