Author of quotes: Natsume Soseki

Last night I dreamt I decided that my pictures still won't work, and threw it out. But someone picked up the picture, put in a beautiful frame and hung on the wall. Then I see like I'm standing in front of his painting in solitude and think: "this is how I became a recognized painter! This is so nice! If my painting hung on the wall, it really is probably good." But the night passed, dawn came, and with the first rays of the sun, I realized that it is still mediocre.

I have never felt what this thing is death, so I can't say I'm happy with it or not.

The owner always admires incomprehensible. And not only the owner. It is believed that in obscure hidden the fact that fool, and what is obscure in man awakens solemn feelings. So mere mortals talk about obscure so that everyone understands, and scientists teach understandable possible is unclear.

However, the owner should be treated as individual, related scholars and writers, for he's got the Cabinet, although close, where it is at and sleep, but hard over books.

In life often repeated such a stupid situation. A man considers himself the winner, but in reality it shares more and more are falling. Stubborn until his death believes that he accomplished the feat, and even suspects that everyone despised him for his stubbornness. Unbelievable, but true. Stubborn happy. Such happiness is called the happiness of a pig.

Ended Sunday, a warm autumn Sunday, naviavia pleasant languor, despondency and emptiness again approached Sosuke. Tomorrow he will go to the service, will, as always, rested to pull his strap, and so day after day, until next Sunday. Thinking about it Sosuke painfully felt sorry irretrievably bygone days, and he felt even sharper grey boredom of his own life. Now the whole world is in front of his eyes covered a large dull room with a tiny window, through which almost did not penetrate the sun, the faces of the colleagues and boss and his voice: "Nonaka-San, just a minute."

I did a lot of pranks when I was in high school. But if questioned, "it did - I was never scared and never shirked to the side. Did did not did did not do, and that is all. I was naughty, no matter what tricks no suit, I've always been honest. But to lie and try to escape from punishment is not just a prank. Mischief and punishment are inseparable. I know that there are penalties, that pranks with a light heart.

To marry only because this is necessary not only unwise, but went.

Literature is not a technique, it is impossible to turn into a craft. Literature is the driving force of society. It directly affects human relations on the life.

If money, power, and eloquence could attract the hearts of the people, then the people probably most of all would love the money-lenders, police officers and University professors.

The moment when a person discovers their own mess, is the most fertile moment in his life. No one deserves more credit than the fool realizes that he is stupid. Before him shall bow all great people. He would despise himself and to laugh at yourself, while the rest will do the honors.

After receiving a scanty education, people work to exhaustion and as a result become neurotic. Talk to anyone. He, as a rule, stupid. Him to anything, only to itself. Lived for a day, okay. And what can you do if people until exhausted, not able to think?

The world does not exist a pre-established pattern of villains. Usually all good, in any case, ordinary people. But at the critical moment, they suddenly turn into villains, it's scary.

I once began the study of his inner world. But there was nothing in it but emptiness.