Author of quotes: Alexander Ostrovsky. Page 3

I am sure that ordinary people, non-scientists, live happier.

Everything high and everything beautiful will find an appreciation.

- Philosophy! You don't know the point of money, that's why you talk like that. Apparently you didn't see the need? And here there is a pleasant life ahead ... For money, people lay their souls to the devil.

But the truth she says do not see other people and their good seem; and how to compare, so its something to look and don't want to.

And the first man of sin is not passed, and last not pass.

A good man is impossible not to love... Who to love, if not good people!

Rich harder to love. For that I will love! Him and so to live well. Soon poor love. You'll think: "That he does not, there is no other" will become a regret and love.

Is there any gorcea orphan tears?

Gratitude... after all, it is a feeling that it will not keep it from the soul asks.

"It seems". Yeah man, what he needs, so he seems to be meek, he is humble, where you have a glib, he's fast; where to cry - crying, where to dance - dancing. Every man if he is not a fool, a knave; a knave in all of your calculation. The Razin-the povyvelis, now the Nutcracker bite.

Until people don't know him, and believe; and how do you know about him, so for him and the price.

Only one thing I'll tell you: to love people is necessary, and in case their log is not necessary. To enter into the Affairs of men, we must know them, and I do not know this. If I can't tell who is telling the truth and who is cheating, it is better not to undertake it. Who is silently in need who asks for who's hand stretches every one help me and pass by with a light heart. And will you people about their need to ask so Willy-nilly, you cheated because everyone wants to be justified, the blame on others or on fate to blame, everyone wants to show themselves better, their sins, their guilt, no one can tell. But guess you are being cheated and condemn man, so what is there is good, only one sin. But how should live we, stupid people, love people, and do not know them and do not judge.

What priestocio? -
Priesthoo is love!