Book: Fathers and sons. Page 8

A lot of memories, and remember nothing, and ahead of me - a long, long road, and no purpose... and I don't want to go.

No matter what passionate, sinful, rebellious heart has disappeared in the grave, the flowers growing on it serenely look at us with their innocent eyes: not one eternal tranquility, they tell us, of that great peace of "indifferent" nature; they speak also of eternal reconciliation and life everlasting...

A real man is not one about which there is nothing to think, and which one must obey or hate.

In my opinion, it's all or nothing. A life for a life. Took my, give my, and then without regret and without refund. And it is not necessary.

All people resemble each other both body and soul; each of us has brain, spleen, heart, lungs of similar construction; and the so-called moral qualities are the same at all: no modifications nothing.

Every man must educate himself, - well, at least like me, for example...

Anyone's opinions I don't share; I have their.