Author of quotes: Graham Greene

When the line is crossed, it becomes the same mundane as friendship. The flames burned them and spread to another part of the forest; it left only a sense of responsibility and loneliness.

One of the properties of deception is a loss of confidence in others. If I can lie and betray, so it is able and other.

Really love is always beaten track? And not just physical intimacy - everything is always the same...

Wilson felt that Scobie new to the world of deception, he lived in it from childhood; and Wilson felt something like envy towards Scobie.

The profession is gradually absorbed his whole life, as before it was done by the school. Profession it was to lie to get out, never get caught red-handed - and his life acquired the same traits.

On the far shore to the mouth of the tray again
Given Tristan all the same Cup of poison,
And mark sometimes follows the same opinion,
How to escape from it in a hurry love.

If it is a house meant getting rid of unnecessary things and durable, the usual low, for her house was an accumulation of things.

The Church condemns violence, but it condemns still more severe indifference. Violence can be an expression of love, indifference never. The first is the limitations of charity, a second - unlimited selfishness.

I have often noticed that a bribe <...> is changing the relationship between those who give and those who take. Giving a bribe to sacrifice his dignity; if a bribe he take, he immediately feels humiliated as a man who pays a woman for love.

Here's one from the pain of illicit love: even the most passionate embrace of a mistress just goes to show that love is fickle.

The writers say that life experience they receive in the first twenty years of his life - remaining years only multiply observations. But I think this is true for us mere mortals.

But words can't describe happiness? To describe the experience of unhappiness is easy: I was unhappy, we say, because... We know that and it's cited all sorts of reasons, but happiness-like Islands far in the Pacific ocean, which, according to the stories of sailors come up from the mist where they never said no cartographer. Then the island disappears again for a generation, but no Navigator can't be sure that it existed only in the imagination of some long-dead sailor. I repeat myself again and again as I was happy in those days, but when I try to mentally find the cause of this happiness, I do not find anything tangible.

Each of us has an age, does not change with the years.

The Germans know a lot about the archives: the photo on the document, you can glue, you can do the plastic surgery to remove or add scars, but to change the size of the skull is not so easy, and the Germans were carefully entered in the "business" the results of such measurements.