Manuscripts Do Not Burn.

Cowardice Is The Greatest Sin.

There's Only One Degree Of Freshness — The First, Which Makes It Also The Last

Follow Me, Reader! Who Told You That There Is No True, Faithful, Eternal Love In This World! May The Liar's Vile Tongue Be Cut Out! Follow Me, My Reader, And Me Alone, And I Will Show You Such A Love!

But Worse Things Were About To Be Found In The Bedroom: On The Jeweller’s Wife’s Ottoman, In A Casual Pose, Sprawled A Third Party- Namely, A Black Cat Of Uncanny Size, With A Glass Of Vodka In One Paw And A Fork, On Which He Had Managed To Spear A Pickled Mushroom, In The Other. , The Master And Magarita

Why Try To Pursue What Is Completed?