Book: Source. Page 2

People want to become immortal. But they die every passing day. They always are not the same that at the last meeting. Every hour, they kill some part of yourself. They change, deny, contradict and call it growth. In the end, nothing remains, nothing is revised and not devotee; as if people were never a whole person, only the sequence of successive definitions.

The freedom to agree or disagree - the basis of a truly free society.

History, my friends, doesn't ask questions, has not sought our consent. It is inevitable, as the voice of the masses that determines its course.

- ... why you should be concerned about what they like?
- It is necessary to reckon with the people.
- Don't you know that the majority of people takes what is given and is not what our own opinions? You want to be guided by their ideas of what you should think or your own judgment?

- You have to learn to deal with people and connecting to each particular approach.
- I can't.
Why?
- I since the childhood deprived of the need for this feeling.
- It was purchased.
- I have no organ with which to buy it. I don't know if I lack something, whether I have something extra. Besides, I don't like people that need a special approach.

... polosatost better than bezremontnoy.

Most people bend over backwards trying to convince themselves that they respect themselves. And, of course, is the desire for self-respect is proof of its absence.

... each person finds meaning, form and function. Why is it so important that the rest of them did? Why is sanctified by the simple fact of imitation? Why the rights of anyone but yourself? Why the truth is replaced with opinion of the majority? Why the truth has become a fact of arithmetic, more precisely, only adding? Why all the flips and ugly, just to match something else? Must be some reason. I don't know and will never know. I'd like to understand.

People's faces and first impressions has nothing to say. <...> This is one of our common and biggest misconceptions. There is nothing more significant than a person's face. And more eloquent. In fact we can truly know a person only at first glance. Moreover, in this view, we learn all about him, although not always wise enough to develop our knowledge.

- ... I can't understand when you say what you really think, and when adjusted to me.

The long struggle against the power of a single passion itself is also slavery.

It's so mediocre <...>, when you understand.

Even in the worst of us there is something good, a trait that redeems all the rest.

In spiritual matters there is a simple and reliable rule that everything that comes from human I - evil, everything that comes from love of neighbor, are good.