Author of quotes: Pavlo Arkhipovich Zagrebelnyi The

Going on hikes, Suleiman never took over command of the army, each time serasera appointed Grand vizier. It was pretty convenient because all the failures fell on serasker, the success belonged to the Sultan.

Such is the fate of everyone who is at a crossroads: they slivayutsya the greatest wealth, but they are followed by those who wanted wealth to lay their hands on. If you want to hold out a little longer, then be either mighty to repel, or cunning.

Artists always remain themselves. Some life drawing sails - apparently in order to remind us of the unyieldingness of the wind that carries us somewhere further and further; the other, as if to refute stories about last year's snow, all paint and paint the snow; they depict horses, and the other women.

He knew that always need to intervene himself, to throw himself into the very vortex, to break into the hell of combat and competition, because only there I feel tenacious and impervious to death.

Even kingdoms have their fate, happy or miserable, and the people even more so.

Among the men of science there must be certain standards of behavior must be solidarity between scientists she should even be in error, as between the saints and the women in sin.

But is it possible to escape from the beauty, seeing her at least once?

Shooting right hand, if not punishing, you will certainly impudent, threatening.

No matter how hard it is sometimes among the people, but you need to live with them, because without them, no way.

The extra man, albeit a child, is always better than another enemy, even the most insignificant and powerless.

The man appears once and disappears, and this is the most unique and the most beautiful of all that can be.

Things will ever kill the person. While few of them - people love them, decorates, they are the person and not interfere, but rather help to live. Then they will be too much. Doing things not enough time. To decorate - and more. The art of disappearing, it recedes into the background, into the depths of the past, and however it retreats and time, and man remains alone on the ocean of eternity, and mountains of irrelevant, pointless things piled up around him.

A talented person like a flower, which rises very high. It wants to disrupt the first. And what about other flowers? And those filled with envy, for they have enough of their own beauty, other beauty and they don't want to admit it.

Everyone tried to create something what nobody has done and not seen, everyone wanted at least for a short time to find yourself in the open world of beauty, due to their own imagination, to feel the absolute sovereign, master, free in everything, for true freedom give thee only perform work that is able to perform one you in the whole world.