Author of quotes: Mikhail Vasilyevich Lomonosov

I put one experience higher than a thousand opinions, born only by the imagination.

Flattering man honey on the tongue, poison in the heart has.

Nature is very simple; what contradicts this must be rejected.

It is not worth noticing mistakes: to give something better is what befits a worthy person.

A small man is small even on a mountain, a giant is large in a pit.

I've been thinking long and was confusing
What is there on the ground, the height of the Providence
Or blindness without a number, everything flows,
The Providence of heaven and the entire universe is not.
However, looking at the stars heavenly harmony,
Earth, seas and rivers the kindness and restrainest,
Premeno days, nights, phenomenon of the moon,
Acknowledged that divine power we are born.

The University is without a gymnasium as arable land without seed.

Burning forever ocean.
There the fiery shafts tend
And you don't find the coast;
There is a fiery vortex spinning
Brushes many centuries;
There rocks, like water seethe,
Burning there is rain noise.

Happened along two astronomers in the feast
And argued very among themselves in the heat.
One asserted: the Earth spinning, the circle of the Sun goes;
The other is that the Sun a planet leads.
One Copernicus was, the other was known as Ptolemy.
Then cook the dispute is decided by your smile.
The boss asked: "You stars the for know?
Tell me how you doubt about this reasoning?"
He gave this answer: "That Copernicus is right,
I will prove the truth, the Sun does not been.
Who saw the simpleton of the chefs is
Which would spit the hearth around Zharkova?"

His face hides the day;
The field was covered with gloomy night;
Ascended the mountains the black shadow;
Rays from us leaned away;
Opened an abyss full of stars;
The stars are countless, the abyss bottom.

Only in a cheerful burst of hot, passionate love for his native country, the courage and energy born of victory. And not only in the individual impulse, as in resistant to the mobilization of all forces in the constant burning, which slowly and steadily moves mountains, opens the unknown depth and displays them on a Sunny clarity.

Love is the tendency of spirit to another who, to his well-being to have pleasure...

Nothing happens without sufficient reason.

Constant work overcomes obstacles.