Character: Hippolyte. Page 1

Wrong out of business left clean
And the net really is not saved.

A single good will always remain, because it is the need of the individual, the living need the direct influence of one person to another.

... I noticed that it takes my irritability as if advance made a promise to myself to spare the patient.

<...> The street was the last to produce in me such anger that I'm on the whole day, it was locked up, though could go as and everything. I couldn't stand it any longer, snooping, meddling, always Horny, grumpy and anxious people, who were scurrying around me on the sidewalks. What of their eternal sorrow, eternal anxiety and bustle, the perpetual, sullen anger them <...>?

All this Oxygen was reported to me even with some of segregatory of insensibility and negligence, and as if doing me the honour, that is showing the fact that accepts me for the same seticaudata Supreme being, as he himself, who is to die, of course, costs nothing.

However, if you don't love someone, why is it bad to wish, right?

You know, what do you fear most? You of the sincerity of our biggest fear, though and despise us!

Who is to blame, that they are unhappy and do not know how to live with ahead of sixty years of life?

Be aware that there is a limit of shame in the consciousness of his own nothingness and clausilia, beyond which man cannot go, and which begins to feel the shame of his great pleasure.

... not surprised, they say, is the sign of a great mind; in my opinion, this is the same measure could also be a sign of great stupidity...

Thing in life, in one life, in opening it, ceaseless and eternal, and not in the opening!

If he lives, therefore, everything is in his power! Who is to blame that he does not understand?

You see, the Prince: no one is jumping out of the Windows, and there was a fire, so, perhaps, the first gentleman and the first lady will jump out of the window. Not about her is just off the porch to go and go right, and there, though not to return home. There are instances that ships burn sometimes and can't go back: life is not one of the breakfasts, but the dinners, the Prince S. is.

I do not recognize judges over them and know that I am now beyond any power of the court. More recently, he made me laugh a supposition: what if I suddenly decided now to kill anyone, at least ten people at once, or to do something most horrible looking thing is the most terrible in this world, in what a trouble would have been put before me the court with my two-three weeks time and with the destruction of tortures? I should die comfortably in their own hospital -- in a warm and attentive doctor, and may be much more comfortable and warmer than at home. I don't understand why people in the same as I do, the situation does not come the same idea in his head, even if only for a joke? Maybe, however, comes; cheerful people and we have many will be found.