Life Deserves Laughter, Hence People Laugh At

On An Exhausted Field, Only Weeds Grow.

There Is Within Us A Moral Instinct Which Forbids Us To Rejoice At The Death Of Even An Enemy.

There Is Probably No Greater Idler Than Myself. And I Would Consider Myself A Lazy-bones If I Did Not Write So Many Volumes, And If I Did Not Admire My Diligence Once I Begin Writing.

Nevertheless, In This Sea Of Human Wretchedness And Malice There Bloomed At Times Compassion, As A Pale Flower Blooms In A Putrid Marsh.

Tell Me,' Asked Stas, 'what Is A Wicked Deed?' 'if Anyone Takes Away Kali's Cow,' He Answered After A Brief Reflection, 'that Then Is A Wicked Deed.' 'excellent!' Exclaimed Stas, 'and What Is A Good One?' This Time The Answer Came Without Any Reflection: 'if Kali Takes Away The Cow Of Somebody Else, That Is A Good Deed.' Stas Was Too Young To Perceive That Similar Views Of Evil And Good Deeds Were Enunciated In Europe Not Only By Politicians But By Whole Nations.