Author of quotes: Franz Wertvollen. Page 45

So believe
in ventilated areas
the ceilings in the decorations,
the sun in the pools
and,
that happiness
simple,
as palm trees and the wind,
desire
untimely
my
screaming sea -
Oh, the sea, devour my heart,
I'm not afraid of no people
no time
and even, perhaps,
I.

The crowd never knows what she wants and good money you can earn only by making something of their own, sincere, and then forcing the crowd it wanted.

Of course, of course, beauty the companion of a divinity. And the beauty is overwhelming. At least, such beauty - beauty as a continuation of the will, when the body, the face is just a cast of the inner hitting just the ball of energy.

Love the devotion of sphinxes. According to Scandinavian legends, Chinese, funny, too - huldra and foxes fall in love only once. And only in gods, but that kind of love. No pressure in the world could break it, not even God himself. And they do not talk, do not wither, do not suffer, but they do. And sphinxes fearless, even dying of fear, they will dive for you, even dying, they enjoy.

Luxury is not the opposite of the poor, indeed, luxury is a synonym for beings, qui ne sont là que pour faire l'amour et la guerre (Who were born only in order to engage in war and love).

In the end, for whatever you undertook the war, money or science - success is a vitality and imagination.

So create a galaxy - so priznatelnost, silence, black absolute the deep calls to the Lord - a silent scream - give. Destroy or create, but fill me. Torture, tesh, but fill me, for you are my God, my sun, my heart, and exhale your life.

People - slothful and cowardly as any animal. The thought is labor. Choice - responsibility. The masses don't like to think and don't want to choose. When you force them to make a choice - either - be it the peas in the cans or their way of life - you make them unhappy.
The survival instinct causes people to run away from unhappiness. People run from the idea and choice. This their needs, not the development of all sorts of freedoms and self-expression, and serve all the social networks: think, decide and live for me. Respectively you are thinking, living and richer, too, for you.

The warrior himself does not regret. A pity slave.

Any progress, whether it is at least three thousand times technical, begins with a dream,
with the imagination.
And with the transfer of this dream weight.

Any unnecessary contact, any communication and interaction are stealing your time and energy. And the more readily be gigabytes of Dating and information, the selective should become a creature, if it is, of course, wants something.

The aim of the above pride. When for the sake of victory it is necessary "half-naked and opening of the wound", then there will be nudity, and wounds. And victory.

The whole history of mankind is the anatomical theatre.

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