Everything Resembles The Truth, Everything Can Happen

In The Course Of Reading He [alexander Pushkin] Became More And More Melancholy And Finally Became Completely Gloomy. When The Reading Was Over He Uttered In A Voice Full Of Sorrow: "goodness, How Sad Is Our Russia!"

Do We Ever Get What We Really Want? Do We Ever Achieve What Our Powers Have Ostensibly Equipped Us For? No: Everything Works By Contraries.

It Is Well-known That There Are Many Faces In The World Over The Finishing Of Which Nature Did Not Take Much Trouble, Did Not Employ Any Fine Tools Such As Files, Gimlets, And So On, But Simply Hacked Them Out With Round Strokes: One Chop-a Nose Appears; Another Chop-lips Appear; Eyes Are Scooped Out With A Big Drill; And She Lets It Go Into The World Rough-hewn, Saing: "alive!

The More Destruction There Is Everywhere, The More It Shows The Activity Of Town Authorities.

There Are Certain Words Which Are Nearer And Dearer To A Man Than Any Others.