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Everything is already described. Fortunately, not everything else is thought of.

This is the era, which are new things but not new ideas.

Bold ideas play the role of best checkers in the game: they are dying, but ensure victory.

Every sensible idea has already come to someone in the head, you just try again to find it.

To get rid of thoughts - my dream

Thought begets Heresy; Heresy begets Punishment.

Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. As soon as a person starts to think, he's disproportionately in the sky, the nose, or increasing the forehead, or something else spoils his face. Look at the successful men in any academic profession - they are ugly! The exception is, of course, our spiritual shepherds, but these don't bother his brain. The Bishop in eighty years, it continues to repeat what he was taught when he was a boy of eighteen, of course, that his face retains the beauty and comeliness. Judging by the portrait, your mysterious young friend, whose name you persistently do not want to be called charming, he never thinks. I'm quite sure of that. I guess he is brainless and beautiful the creation of God, which we ought always to have before him: in winter, when no flowers to please the eye, and in the summer to refresh my heated brain.

How can the heart Express itself?
Another how to understand you?
Understand whether it than you live?
The thought expressed is a lie.

Freedom is only one - when you are free from everything that builds the mind. This freedom is called "don't know". You are absolutely right. You know, there is a saying: "a Thought uttered is a lie". Chapaev, I can tell you that the thought is inexpressible - is also a lie, because any thought is already present izlechennosti.

All of our thoughts are someone else's. Because it is impossible to concentrate. Just sit down and calmly think it won't work. Some noise will leak. The singers screamed. Dead laugh. Actors cried in a voice. All those emotions in small doses.
Someone always sprays in the air your mood.
Radio in the cars spill around someone's grief, someone's anger or joy.