Character: Arthur Burton Felice Rivarez Gadfly

I'm afraid... of the dark. Sometimes I just n e m o R y to stay one night. I want next to me was a living being... something tangible. Darkness, pitch darkness around... no, No! I'm not afraid of hell! Hell is a child's toy. I was afraid of the darkness in n y t R e n n I I... there's no weeping, no gnashing of teeth, but only silence... dead silence.

- We atheists passionately he continued, - we believe that people need to carry their burdens, however heavy it may be! If it falls, the worse for him. But Christian promises and cries out to his God, to his saints, and if they nepomozhet, even to enemies, just to find a back that can shoulder his burden.

Truthfulness is the greatest of the Christian virtues!

Persons of spiritual rank without a sense of humor. You take everything tragically.

The main cause of all our misfortunes and our mistakes, the mental disease called religion.

Slaves always contrive to have your own slave.

So I decided: whether that will - and fled to South America, without money, without knowing a word of Spanish, being a CIT, accustomed to live on all ready. As a result, I got myself in a real hell, and it cured me of belief in imaginary hell. I was already at the bottom...

Its share of the work I did, and the death penalty - only evidence that it was made in good faith.

The soul is mute, she has no voice she can't scream. She must endure, endure and endure...

An ounce of lead is an excellent remedy for insomnia.

Even two minutes don't want to be serious, my friend. Neither life nor death is worth it.

Don't forget that what we really need to reform is the relations between man and man.
Don't forget, what you really need to change is the attitude of man to man.

And what did you think about the miserable clowns, about the terrible life they have! They must make all those people laugh, and you don't know how miserable they often feel when they stand before the laughing audience and try to be very funny!
And what you thought of the pathetic clowns, about their terrible life! They must laugh all these people, and you don't know what they feel, standing in front of poteralski the audience and trying to look funny!

The smoke slowly vanished in the light of the bright morning rays. They saw that the gadfly had fallen; and saw that he was still alive. First the soldiers and officers stood as in a trance, looking at the Gadfly, who in dying convulsions, lay on the ground.
The doctor and the Colonel with a cry rushed to him, because he got up on one knee again and looked at the soldier and laughed again.
- Second mistake! Try... again, friends! Maybe...
He staggered and fell sideways on the grass.
- Died? - quietly asked the Colonel.
The doctor knelt down, and laying his hand on the blood-soaked shirt Gadfly, said:
I think so...