Author of quotes: Alfred de Vigny

People rarely have the courage to be completely good or completely evil.

A book is a bottle thrown into the open sea.

Honour is the poetry of duty.

The best music is not to feed the person these girls are fit to be mistresses and not wives.

Superstitions about love enduring,
Of reason and calculation, two bouncer is empty
About whisper of the heart, the sound, the stronger of the pipes rattling,
Eh you don't trap all the paths of the earth
We are destined from birth to death -
Hope these mountains flying avalanche
That melt like snowballs in hand, kupivshey them?

Alas, poetry, the pearl of thinking!
The excitement of the soul, as well as the seas,
No power to quench the pale glow,
What is under the robe of thy;
But the genius adorned thee,
As the black curse will begin, fear howling, -
Your Shine divine it inspires her.
Enthusiasm is always hostile to weak souls:
Threat seems to them the heat rising in him.
But why? After all, we are not stew
Other luminaries that we are scorched by fire, -
Life, faith and love. Who would ever desire
Without the sun forever to leave the universe?
We appreciate the Genesis, although sometimes curse.

We strive to conquer time and space,
We die in a mile than late for once.
Profit - that's where the world is constant,
That's the goal, to which everything is subordinated now.

The honor is the conscience, but conscience is morbidly sensitive. It is respect to yourself and to the dignity of his own life, brought to an extreme degree of purity and to greatest passion.

Oh! if the man was in silence ...
As the title of his "king of beasts" is he proud!
Fearlessly die to know how these animals;
And we are proud to be in front of them kids!
When death comes, it is difficult for us to learn from
The greatness of the beasts - the ability to remain silent.
Wolf grey! You died, but the death of your beautiful.
I understand the idea of your dying mind's clear.
He said, your point of view: "Work on yourself
And his spirit strengthen severe struggle
To the firmness and hardness of the mighty,
Which instilled in me since childhood is the forest primeval.
To whine, to cry, to cry - all despicable, all the same.
Go fearlessly; all the world is waiting for one.
When will you get stronger, the whole meaning to life
entering, -
Then be patient as I am, and die, not piknuv".