cloud, white as a cataract, preposterous and puffed out like the cheeks of an ancient cupid, and somehow disturbing
samairaveerabhadraidézett3 évvel ezelőtt
Some wrote for their contemporaries; others for their descendants. But no one has ever written for ancestors, or for beings similar to his primitive, remote ancestors
samairaveerabhadraidézett3 évvel ezelőtt
Let my notes, like the most sensitive seismograph, record the curve of even the most insignificant vibrations of my brain: for it is precisely such vibrations that are sometimes the forewarning of..
samairaveerabhadraidézett3 évvel ezelőtt
to conquer the world, man must conquer its rulers
samairaveerabhadraidézett3 évvel ezelőtt
Is it not clear, however, that bliss and envy are the numerator and denominator of the fraction called happiness?
Arkady Smirnovidézett5 évvel ezelőtt
That means you love it. You are afraid of it because it is stronger than you; you hate it because you are afraid of it; you love it because you cannot subdue it to your will. Only the unsubduable can be loved.”
Соня Верхотуроваidézett6 évvel ezelőtt
revolutions are infinite
Соня Верхотуроваidézett6 évvel ezelőtt
A human being is like a novel: until the last page you don’t know how it will end.