Character: Sofroniy Opfc

Yes, half of life itself, and the half - God's truth. As it should be.

I have the name of the fish. I also need fish, and be fed.

Happiness and wisdom do not go together, as well as the body and mind. The pain is the thought of the body. Therefore, happy people are always stupid. Just tired of their happiness, the lovers can once again become wise, if they can be in principle.

- Thank you, mother. But I'm not going to marry.
What am I then supposed to do? Rooting your youth while you recover from it?

I know who I am and what I again interrupted her Lieutenant. - I am one of those whom people spit on the hands when working, and plate when eating. I am one of those who swallows swords and the darkness, jumps from the frying pan into the fire, and my left leg doesn't want good right. In one pocket I'm growing wheat, another grass, wearing down his nose, and all they teach me to sneeze. My father only sometimes the cloud is incident on the sun and me the rain pours in the bowl, the snow coming down in bed. I am one of those who scratched with a fork and knife in the ground plants Yes have long teeth because the spoons I have do not grow while I eat...

I haven't seen him since then, like a stone lost, and the wind gained weight.

Every day contains something reasonable, and any flower - even a little honey.

God is the One Who Is, and I'm the one who does not.

The idea is a candle that can light someone else's candle, but it needs to have a fire.

- What way is correct, father? - he asked finally. - How to recognize it among the other roads?
- If you are moving in the direction where your fear grows, you're on the right track.