Everything Resembles The Truth, Everything Can Happen

It's The Most Righteous, Which Of Course Is Not The Same Thing As The Most Profitable.

Like All Of Us Sinners, General Betrishchev Was Endowed With Many Virtues And Many Defects. Both The One And The Other Were Scattered Through Him In A Sort Of Picturesque Disorder. Self-sacrifice, Magnanimity In Decisive Moments, Courage, Intelligence--and With All That, A Generous Mixture Of Self-love, Ambition, Vanity, Petty Personal Ticklishness, And A Good Many Of Those Things Which A Man Simply Cannot Do Without.

Countless As The Sands Of Sea Are Human Passions, And Not All Of Them Are Alike, And All Of Them, Base And Noble Alike, Are At First Obedient To Man And Only Later On Become His Terrible Masters.

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

There Are People Who Exist In This World Not Like Entities But Like The Speckles Or Spots On Something.