The dull stubbornness with which humanity strives for the good, farfetched by it receives progress in the form of encouragement.
The waiting horizon does not change its remoteness.
Only real artists die beautifully - talent, if you have it, can't drink away
The ability to play democracy allows the state like not bad card sharper always to gain because the population does not know how to play it.
If you save up goods, it, firstly, does not become good, and secondly, it does not end with good.
A hypocrite in vain thinks that vices are not reflected on his face.
The depth of thought is akin to stupidity in that it has no limits.
Everyone can be deluded, especially in the process of fornication.
The culture has already sunk to a pedicure and would have gone lower, but nowhere.