Character: Shirley

- The world will end in July. More precisely: the sixth of July. Friday. At noon.
- What year?
- Current, the Saint. Thousand four hundred and twenty-fifth.
- Soooo, - rubbed the chin of Charlie. - But, you know, there is a small "but".
Is what?
- It's September.
- It is not proof.
And already passed noon.
Circulos shrugged, then turned away and deliberately lay down in the straw.
- I knew there was no point in casting pearls before ignorant. Goodbye.

You did the right thing. And likely, you'll hang for this, for such is usually the fate of those who do right.

- Many harbored anger on us. Many would like to see us dead.
Is good. It is a guarantee that you act carefully and deliberately.

You should never indifferent and heartless to pass by human misery. You should never turn to the poor man back. Mainly because the poor man may suddenly drop the stick on the head.

- Look, - stopping said Shirley. The Church, the tavern, the brothel, and between them a bunch of crap. Here is a parabola of human life.

The Creator made us in the image and likeness, but cared about individual properties.

Though arbitrarily time expires, nothing lies in the truth is will not turn.

Since when is years cure stupidity?

Not the dress makes the man, and human dignity. However, only well-dressed people feel truly worthy.