I can't understand how anyone can write without rewriting everything over and over again.
What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.
They ought to find out how to vaccinate for love, like smallpox.
but that what was for him the greatest and most cruel injustice appeared to others a quite ordinary occurrence.
Children: a torment and nothing more.
One can often hear from the young people:" I do not want to live according to others` mind. I can think of it myself. " Why should one think of something, when it is already thought about. Take it and go farther, this is the strength of the mankind.