The More Debris There Is The More

Perfect Nonsense Goes On In The World. Sometimes There Is No Plausibility At All

But Youth Has A Future. The Closer He Came To Graduation, The More His Heart Beat. He Said To Himself: “this Is Still Not Life, This Is Only The Preparation For Life.

I Am Very Fond Of The Modest Manner Of Life Of Those Solitary Owners Of Remote Villages, Who In Little Russia Are Commonly Called "old-fashioned," Who Are Like Tumbledown Picturesque Little Houses, Delightful In Their Simplicity And Complete Unlikeness To The New Smooth Buildings Whose Walls Have Not Yet Been Discolored By The Rain, Whose Roofs Are Not Yet Covered With Green Lichen, And Whose Porch Does Not Display Its Bricks Through The Peeling Stucco.

You Can't Imagine How Stupid The Whole World Has Grown Nowadays.

What Is Stronger In Us — Passion Or Habit? Or Are All The Violent Impulses, All The Whirl Of Our Desires And Turbulent Passions, Only The Consequence Of Our Ardent Age, And Is It Only Through Youth That They Seem Deep And Shattering?