Author of quotes: Nikolai Mikhailovich Karamzin. Page 1

Who of the muses of boredom calls
And the gentle graces of their companions;
Poetry, prose amuses
Yourself, home and others;
From the heart of pure laughs
(Laugh, right, not a sin!)
Over all that seems funny -
He is at peace with the world get along
And his days will not stop
Iron acute or poison;
That this world is not hell;
That way your rose otvetit
Life among the prickly thorns,
Joy in the sorrows find,
With a smile he greeted the hour of the evening
And in the midnight quiet sleep sleep.

True love can enjoy without sense gratification, even when its in distant seas hiding.

A soft woman's heart always accepts the image of our and if we all loved virtue, the lovely beauties of coquetry would have become virtuous.

Rare idle man does not sigh, seeing the beauty and happiness of children, the modesty and virtue of women.

Love is stronger than all, holier than all, neskasannoe all.

Happiness is a matter of fate, mind and character.

For attachment there is no deadline, so you will always love until the heart is alive.

Changed, Another, Seduced,
Sorry for you,
But not for long love
Changed already the.
I learned that it is not good
To be long vljublena,
Yes, dangerous and to decide
Always love one.
You are faithful - so deceived,
Taunt will change;
Change - to become angry,
Reproach the reproach.
So it is better not to fall in love,
Little by little all love
All try to cheat,
So do not be deceived.

Words belong to the century, and thought patterns.

Their hearts are wicked and miserable;
They are the enemies of their enemies,
Enemies, friends, ourselves.
There are poor sheds tears,
The court convicted the innocent,
Fool respected and honored;
The villain is in the life of the roses.

Why should we use the power when its having
We have no power to create yourself happy;
And his heart not being able to lie down,
Will possible do other calm to give?
In the halls of cedar, among beautiful gardens,
In the arms of sirens, I love passionate,
Languished and I missed life;
There is no happiness for the soul, when it is not in it.

Nothing new under the sun:
That is, it would be vvek.
Before the blood flowed like a river,
And before people cry,
And before he was a victim of fate,
Hope, weakness, defect.

I was looking for the truth way
Wanted to know the reason for all this, -
But if we the ordinances the key to find
To measure the wisdom of the abyss?
All our knowledge is a dream
All our wisdom is vanity.

Patriotism should not blind us; love for the Fatherland is the action clear reason, not blind passion.