The More Destruction There Is Everywhere, The

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!

For Public Opinion Does Not Admit That Lofty Rapturous Laughter Is Worthy To Stand Beside Lofty Lyrical Emotion And That There Isall The Difference In The World Between It And The Antics Of A Clown At A Fair.

Everything Resembles The Truth, Everything Can Happen To A Man.

I Saw That I'd Get Nowhere On The Straight Path, And That To Go Crookedly Was Straighter.

I Am Very Fond Of The Modest Manner Of Life Of Those Solitary Owners Of Remote Villages, Who In Little Russia Are Commonly Called "old-fashioned," Who Are Like Tumbledown Picturesque Little Houses, Delightful In Their Simplicity And Complete Unlikeness To The New Smooth Buildings Whose Walls Have Not Yet Been Discolored By The Rain, Whose Roofs Are Not Yet Covered With Green Lichen, And Whose Porch Does Not Display Its Bricks Through The Peeling Stucco.