Author of quotes: Maxim Gorky. Page 5

The word, my friend, is like leaves on a tree, and to understand why the sheet is not different, need to know how a tree grows, need to learn! The book, buddy is like a good garden. where everything is there: nice and helpful...

- Love to read books?
- I have no time to read.
- If he did, there would be time.

The soldiers said that she doesn't have ribs in his right side, because she is so weird wobbles on the move, but I thought it was pleasant and immediately distinguished her from other ladies in the yard - officers ' wives; these, despite their loud voices, colorful outfits and high bustles were some second-hand, sure they have long forgotten and lay in a dark closet, among various unnecessary things.

The world of man - the dark night, each himself needs to Shine.

See? That is something! People brother, can make you go nuts, you can... will Snap like bugs, and stick to it! Even where there bugs? Meaner bugs...

And, I agree with that, I'm all good! Just don't show it, it is impossible to show people, and they zamorduyut. Good on every climb, as if on a tussock in the swamp And trampled.

To tumble, you have to read the right books. All books should be read, then find the right one.

The difference between people - stupidity.

In my experience, relatives are to each other worse than strangers: strangers knowing more about each other, thin and funny, they are meaner gossip, often quarrel and fight.

When I think about people, the way will be sorry for all.

Morning is pretty, clear but a little sad I want to go into a field where there's nobody there - I know that people like that will always stain the bright day.

The devil is smart, but his God does not love.

If the salesman likes the ladies - trade is better. The lady and don't need shoes, and it will come Yes extra buy, just to look at the pleasant clerk.

In childhood I present myself to the hive, where different simple, grey people endured, like bees, the honey of their knowledge and thoughts about life, generously enriching my soul, who than could. Often this honey was dirty and bitter, but every knowledge is still honey.