Author of quotes: Aleksey Nikolayevich Tolstoy. Page 4

Everything was unclear, vague, contradictory, hostile to this happiness. Every time I had to make an effort to calmly say: I'm alive, happy, my life will be bright and beautiful.

Felt after all, knew exactly what is going to happen. Two years, loved my some, invented, and came a live person... and she was confused.

It was a time when love, good feelings and healthy was considered a vulgarity and a relic; no one liked, but everyone was thirsty and, like poisoned, dropped everything sharp, razbiralsya inside.

Men invented vices and perversion, just not to be considered fresh.

Girls concealed their innocence, the couple loyalty. The destruction was considered good taste, neurasthenia a sign of refinement. It taught fashion writers, emerging in one season from oblivion.

- I'm thirty-five years, but the life is over. I'm not cheating more love. What could be sadder when you see suddenly that the knight's horse - a wooden horse? And here's a long, long time you need to trudge through this life as a corpse...

Happy he in whom the fullness of harmony, joy and lust for life for the one who gives the fullness, harmony, joy.

Throughout the growth of civilization lies the initial error. Further development of knowledge should lead to the death of mankind will smite itself.

History sometimes throws unexpected tricks.

Ideas that are not saturated with water of life, scattered in space.

The human mind is limited. But always for business it makes more sense to trust him than to question.

Pessimism - that bring the winners to my house with the loot. They start too greasy to eat. Their stomach cannot cope with the fats and poisons the blood disgusting poisons. They cut people into pieces, hung on the suspenders, throw themselves from bridges. They have lost the love of life. Optimism remains defeated in return of the loot. Excellent ability of the human will to believe that all is for the best in this best of all possible worlds.

It is impossible, in fact, in our day dreamy walks along the Boulevard with his vest-pocket a volume of Musset. Now - all the speed, all on gasoline.

- I'm not so much thinking, how many enjoy the fruits of civilization. <...> Women, restaurants, a bit of excitement at cards in a casino, a bit of sport...
Wow, and here I like do to umat, I'm sitting here and respect my brilliant brain. I would like to stab the Universe...