Character: Hippolyte

Very glad that you on the person you want to be like.

We are too humiliated Providence, ascribing to him our ideas, in frustration, I can't understand it. But again, if you understand it, then, I repeat, it is difficult to answer for what is not given to man to understand. And if so, how will judge me for what I could not understand this will and laws of Providence?

Eternal life I suppose and maybe always allowed. Let consciousness is kindled by the will of a higher power, let it looked at the world and said, "I am!", and let him suddenly prescribed this higher power to be destroyed, because there is so much for something, and even without explaining what is necessary, even, I suppose, but then again the eternal question: what if this needed humility is mine? Surely I cannot just eat without demanding that I praise the fact that I ate? Is there really anyone will be offended by the fact that I don't want to wait two weeks? I do not believe it; and rather too much to assume that there just needed my insignificant life, the life of the atom, for the replenishment of some universal harmony as a whole, a plus and minus, for any contrast, and so on and so forth, just the same as every day would need to sacrifice the lives of many creatures without dying to the rest of the world can't stand (although it should be noted that this is not a very generous thought in itself). But let! I agree that otherwise, that is, without continuous poedanie each other, to arrange the world there was no way; I'm even willing to admit that nothing about this device; but that's what I know for certain: If I have once been given to understand that "I am", what do I care about what the world is with full of errors and that otherwise he can't stand? Who and what I then to judge?

Why do I your nature, your Pavlovsk Park, your sunrises and sunsets, your blue skies and your setovaniya face when all this feast which has no end, started with one I found for extra? What am I in all this beauty, when I every moment, every second should and compelled now know that even this tiny fly that buzzes about me in the Sunny ray, and that even in all this Banquet and chorus participant, the place knows the owl, loves it and happy, and I am one miscarriage, and only my cowardice until now not wanted to understand it!

You cannot stay in the life that takes such strange, resent me the form.

...if death so terrible and so strong the laws of nature, how to overcome them? How to overcome them when you do not beat them now, even the one that won and nature in their lives, which she obeyed. Nature dreaming when you look at this picture in the form of some enormous, implacable and dumb beast, or, rather, much rather, though strange, is in the form of some huge machine of the latest devices that senselessly seized, crushed and swallowed up in itself, dull and insensitive, a great and priceless being - such a being, which alone was worth the whole of nature and all her laws, the whole earth, which was created to be the only one only appearance of this creature! Picture this as if it expressed this notion of a dark, insolent and arrogant-the eternal force, where everyone is subject to, and is conveyed to you involuntarily.

Such a complete, direct the life that he lives, too complete in itself to require setting.

...throwing your "charity", your good deed in whatever form, you are giving a part of your personality and take into yourself part of another; you are mutually attached one to another; some more attention and you are rewarded already with the knowledge of the most unexpected discoveries. You will certainly be to look at last at your business as a science; it takes all your life and can fill a lifetime. On the other hand, all your thoughts, all you abandoned seeds may be already forgotten you, come and grow; obtained from you will transfer to another. And why you know what you'll have in the future resolution of the fate of mankind? If knowledge and a whole lifetime of this work will lift you up finally to the fact that you'll be throwing a huge seed, to leave the world a legacy of a vast thought...

...just something, maybe once in twenty years, suddenly sigh and say: "And now the old General is alive still?" At the same time, maybe even chuckle, and that only just. And how do you know what seed abandoned in his soul forever this "old General", which he had not forgotten in twenty years? How do you know, bahmutov, what significance is the introduction of one person to another in the intermingled destinies of the individual?.. There's a whole life and countless hidden by branches.

There are people who in their petulant resentment find extraordinary pleasure, especially when it comes (which happens always very fast) to the breaking point; at this moment they even, it seems, would rather be hurt than not hurt. These always ruffling then suffer terrible remorse, if they are smart, of course, able to figure out that we got ten times more than it should.

...was a terrible mess. It seemed to me at first sight, that both of them - and the Lord and lady people are honest, but brought poverty to the humiliating condition in which the clutter finally overcomes any attempt to fight him and even brings people to the bitter need to find in the mess of it, every day increasing, some bitter and vindictive like the feeling of pleasure.

As I was always quite Moody, the comrades have easily forgotten me.

Let him who falls into the hands of my “Explanation” and who will become the patience to read it, consider me for a madman, or even a student, but rather just sentenced to death, which of course began to feel that all people except him, life is not too dear, too cheap got into the habit of spending it, too lazy, too shameless it is used, and therefore, every one of them unworthy of her! And what? I declare that my reader is wrong again, for my convictions have nothing to do with my death sentence. Ask, ask them just how they all, all of them, you know, what is happiness?

I positively knew that I had tuberculosis, and incurable; I have not deceived myself and understood the matter clearly. But the clearer I understood it, sudorozhnoe I wanted to live; I clung to life and wanted to live, come what may. I agree, what was I supposed to be mad at the dark and dull lot, ordered to crush me like a fly and, of course, not knowing why; but why I didn't come with one anger? Why I really started to live, knowing that I'm not allowed to start; tried, knowing that I have nothing to try?