Author of quotes: Alexander Prozorov. Page 13

You know, Dubova, if I ever become a Prince, the first decree will order the hack to place the head of anyone who dares to teach people happiness. And break horses who call to fight for happiness.
Why?
- Because happiness is not... - Oleg rubbed his fingers. - It is not something tangible. It's not something you can touch or measure. Happiness is a state of mind. How can you fight for someone else's state of mind? Enhancement or to protect - any, or to destroy - together with their carriers.

A sorcerer, why men give women flowers? - sitting closer to the headboard, the girl asked the wolf.
- The flowers are very beautiful, it is one of the most beautiful creations that the nature has made it, - his hands behind his head, said Means. - When a young man wants to tell the girl that she was incredibly beautiful, he collects the most beautiful flowers, which only sees brings and gives. And she knows how he likes.

A free man is not afraid of anything. If from good, and from relatives it is free, no troubles, no troubles had not. Came to the gate of evil - why be afraid? Spit, but in another place defected. The fire has passed - so it is all one with nothing to lose. Crop failure occurred - so it is field to press to anything. Here roams a free man from end to end without fear. Today, under a Bush spent the night, tomorrow under another. To steal he has nothing to plunder his latest thief in disdain, eat through forests and garbage dumps as anything gets. Why be afraid? But you should at least get a cat, you already begin to fear. Well, lost, poison, the dog on the tooth fall. The house and the children will - fears of a triple. Family and good need because of rotten fencing, of which there are many around krysyatnichaet. Afraid that the bread will not collect, so small from starvation to save, afraid that an unexpected trouble will destroy your supplies. And the more you shower, the more fears. Any animal past - and she worries asks. And if you still are people? And if you're able to understand what a homeland, and ready his stomach for her to put? No, Lutobor, there is no fear in the free human being. Fear is lives, who by a thousand threads to world bound. There is grave fathers, here Chicks, whom he nursed in the side of the house where your beloved dwells, for him the ears that he planted. Here is the thread, there's a rope, here are a grove - and here you are sitting already, as if the chain is chained. And his chain sword and blood to the last drop to protect ready. Free man do not understand him break - time to spit. A free man - a creature vile and filthy, place him in a stable, with a collar around his neck and muzzle a little stronger, not to bite. God forbid, the trouble with you happens - all these things are the first to climb greedy, pieces tear but blood to let. And they have trouble, because to your conscience cry out, to feed Yes heat demand.