Author of quotes: Mikhail Saltykov-Shchedrin. Page 4

I think, however, that if hypocrisy can inspire anger and fear, it is pointless lanie able to initiate the nuisance and disgust. Wherefore the best is, leaving aside the question about the benefits of conscious hypocrisy in front of the unconscious or Vice versa, to lock and hypocrites, and liars.

The characters of the best French dramatic works, that is, those which enjoyed the greatest success for the extraordinary reality depicted in them, life's dirty tricks will always find her at the end of a few minutes to touch up those nasty loud phrases, which declares the Holiness and the sweets of virtue. Adele may, in the course of the four acts in every way to defile the marriage bed, but in the fifth she would publicly declare that the family home is the only refuge in which a French woman is waiting the happiness. Ask yourself: what would happen to Adela if the authors decide to continue the play for another five of the same acts and you can accurately answer this question in the continuation of the following four acts Adele again would be to defile the marriage bed, and again in the fifth turn to the public with the same statement. Yes, and there is no need to make assumptions and should only Thйвtre Franзais to go to the Gymnase, and from there to Vaudeville or Variйtйs, to make sure that Adele is the same everywhere defiles the marriage bed and everywhere in the end announces that this Lodge is the only altar where the priest may be an honest Frenchwoman. It's got so ingrained in manners that no one even notices that here lies the most stupid contradiction that the truth of life is close to truth is hypocrisy and both of them go hand in hand, until peripetias among themselves that it becomes difficult to say which of these two truths has more rights to recognition.

In France hypocrisy is generated by education, is, so to speak, belonging to the "good manners" and almost always has political or social overtones. There are hypocrites of religion, hypocrites social bases of property, family, state, and lately people even hypocrites "order". If this kind of hypocrisy cannot call it a belief, then, in any case, it is the banner around which gather people who find the calculation politsemerit is the fact, and not otherwise. They are hypocrites, consciously, in the sense of your banner, that is, and you know that they are hypocrites, Yes, moreover, know what it is and others notorious. In terms of French bourgeois universe is nothing like the extensive stage, which provides endless theatrical performance in which one hypocrite gives a replica to another. Hypocrisy is an invitation to propriety, the decorum, to the beautiful exterior environment, and most importantly, hypocrisy is a bridle. Not for those, of course, that hypocrisy floating in the Empyrean heights of the public, and to those which swarm on the bottom of the public pot...

... There was neither past nor future, and there was only a minute that I had to live.

... It again got some sort of unlimited freedom, to the infinite, that she saw nothing before him but empty space.

Body we used, mixturee Yes priporoceni to correct you can, but for the soul the medication thoroughly needed.

And like him, mother, to live it would be desirable! I so want to! I so want to!
And everyone wants to live!
- No, mother, that I about myself will tell. If the Lord God pleases to call me to himself - even now ready!
- Well, as to God, and if Satan please?

Loneliness, helplessness, dead silence and in the midst of that shadow, a swarm of shadows.

Yes, mother, great is the mystery of death. Not West nor the day nor the hour - that is some mystery! Here it is all the plans planned, thought so high, so high is that the hand will not reach, and God at once, in an instant, all his dreams denied.

Everything that he now had, it was cooked, all she had expected and anticipated, but she never once was not presented with such clarity that this is expected and foreseen must come to an end. And now the end has come, the end, full of longing and hopeless loneliness. Entire life she was happy, something was killed, but it turns out that killed over a Ghost. All my life the word "family" did not descend from her language; in the name of the family she some were executed, others were awarded; in the name of the family she had subjected themselves to hardship, tortured himself, disfigured all his life -- and suddenly it turns out that the family it is she and not!

And old age, and infirmity, and helplessness of the situation, all seemed urged her to death, as the only primaryuser outcome, but at the same time salesianos past and with his authority, guidance and space, and memories of the past and dug into her, and pulled her to the ground. "To die!" - flashed in her head, and a moment later the same word was replaced by another: "to Live!".

Like a living, rushed in front of him this foul way, and in his ears rang the tear-hypocritical verbiage Judas, verbiage, which sounded kind of dry, almost abstract hatred for all living things, not obeying the code, created a tradition of hypocrisy.

Alone with himself, Pavel Vladimirych hated the society of living people and created for himself a special, fantastic reality. It was a stupid-heroic novel, with transformations, disappearances, sudden enrichments...

Who have no conscience, for all laws are open, and who has a conscience, for the law is closed.