Book: What to do?

While women will try on to go to many ways, women don't have independence.

... with my ardent love of good not possible not to be "grim monster"...

... for the future. It's light, it's beautiful. Tell me all: that's what's in the future, the future is bright and beautiful. Love it, strive for it, work for it, bring it, carry it in the present, how can move: so there is light and goodness, rich in joy and pleasure in your life how much you can transfer into it from the future. Strive for it, work for it, bring it closer, move it in the present all that can shift.

Audience!.. You're a hunter to bow to those who neglect you.

Truth is good because it rewards the shortcomings of the writer who serves it.

Climb out of your slums, my friends, rise, it is not so difficult, go to free white light, it's nice to live on it, and the path is easy and tempting, try: development, development. Watch, think, read those who tell you about the pure enjoyment of life, that person can be good and happy. Read them, their books delight the heart, watch life to watch her wonder, think - think enticing. And that's all. Victims are not required, deprivation is not the question - they do not need. Want to be happy - only, only the desire must. To do this, you'll be a pleasure to take care of its development: it is happiness. About how much enjoyment developed person! Even what the other feels like a victim, Woe, it feels like a satisfaction to myself, as pleasure, and for joy so open his heart, and how much they had! Try: - good!

But the need to prove to yourself that a loved one has no flaws, already leads to the fact that they will soon be seen.

Wait to die, even soon, but inevitably, how soon, and perhaps you? and hear, in half an hour it will not be live, two things are quite different.

I make a rule against the will of the person not to do anything for him; liberty is above everything, even life.

Who has not done enough, he made the nerve, to feel the fullness of joy.

When a man recognizes the equality of women with him, he refuses to look at her as their affiliation. Then she loves him as he loves her, because she wants to love, if she doesn't want, he has no rights over her, as she was over him.

People were like animals. They have ceased to be animals when the man began to appreciate female beauty. But woman are weaker than men in strength; and the man was rude. Then everything was decided by force. The man assumed the woman, the beauty of which was to appreciate. It became the property of his, a thing his. This is the realm of Astarte. When he became more developed, he became more than ever appreciate her beauty, bowed before her beauty. But her mind was not yet developed. He valued only her beauty. She could think only what he heard from him. He said that only he is a man, she's not human, and she still saw herself as only a beautiful jewel, belonging to him - a man she doesn't think of himself. This is the realm of Aphrodite. But here is the beginning to awaken in her the consciousness that she is a person. What grief was to embrace it and with the weakest appearance in her thoughts about human dignity! After all, she was not recognized for the person. The man still didn't want her friend going after strange himself as his slave. And she said, I don't want to be your friend! Then my passion forced him to beg and humble himself, and he forgot that he does not consider her man, and he loved her, unreachable, untouchable, immaculate virgin. But only believed it his plea, as soon as he touched her - her grief! She was in the hands of his, those hands were stronger than her arms, and he was rude, and he drew her into his slave and despised her. Woe unto her. It's sad realm of Virgo. But centuries passed; my sister - you know her? - the one before me began to appear to you, did the trick. She was always, she was first of all, it certainly was, as were the people, and always worked tirelessly. It was hard work, slow success, but it worked, and worked, and grew successful. The man became smarter woman harder and harder, and knew myself as equal to man - and it's time I was born.

Only he loves who is helping the woman to rise to independence.

I fairly easily kept the fight because I haven't had a lot to do with it. All the time when I paid attention to it, I suffered very much; but a daily necessity compels me most of the time to forget about it.