Character: Teacher. Page 3

People who are constantly in contact with each other and too each other close, lost the sense of the new that creates the incentives needed for love. Just as smell can only be in the moment when it begins to rise the first smoke in the incense burner; just as taste of wine is possible only in the first moment when it is just beginning to drink, and in the love quest: critical moment is only temporary. The more used, the stronger the attachment, the gradually weakens the nerve of love itself.

But with those years I had the habit to interpret things, to examine everything around him. This is my property, extending in an ethical sense to the actions and behavior of individuals, I think, led to the fact that I subsequently became more and more to doubt the goodness of others. And know exactly what it is, no doubt, and increased the sense of longing and suffering.

Now I want to break your own heart and splash your face with its blood. I'm already happy with the fact that in the moment when it stops beating in me, in your chest a new life will begin.

I without hesitation, you throw the dark shadow of the human existence. But do not worry! Look at this darkness and take from it what you can be a benefit. What I call darkness, of course, the darkness in the ethical sense. I ethically born a man. And people, ethically nurtured. My ethical beliefs, may be very different from those, which adheres to the current youth. But whatever they were, it was me.

Of course, our past - our personal experiences, it is our personal property. But to die without passing it on to another, sorry. I am also in more or less thought so. Only it seemed to me that it is better to bury your feelings along with your life than to give them to those who are not able to accommodate.

I, as you know, man, enclosed in itself, almost without intercourse with the outer world; therefore, wherever you turn around, never to find what might be called debt. By preconceived notion, or in virtue of the natural flow of things, but I tried to keep possible closed existence.
This, however, was not because I was indifferent to debt. Probably because I didn't have enough forces to demolish too sharp his shots...

Yes, I'm a man of such contradictions! Maybe not so much my brain, how my past as a result of oppression, which it was strangling me, turned me into a man with contradictions.

Do you think that in the world there are bad people? That's just like a special breed? There is no such. No bad cast on the pattern. Under normal conditions, all good. Well, at least most ordinary people. But in a moment of danger they instantly show their true selves. That is the most terrible, and that's what you should not forget.

- It is impossible so get involved!
- I saw the light, so I think
- You're covered with dust. The ardor has cooled and become all nasty.

Love - evil. Evil, however - something sacred...

However, the person - healthy or sick - still - a thing unreliable. When he dies, from what kind of death - there is no end to all sorts of possibilities.

Be patient with me as I am now - boring, not to suffer me, then, in the future, even more boring.

First, get in front of a man on his knees, and then stepping on his foot in the head. I don't want respect now, not to feel humiliated in the future.

- You did the work, George?
- No.
- Why not?
- I was depressed.
- Oh, yeah? Why?
- Because I realized that one day I will die.