The Lord Grant We May All Be

Don't Blame The Mirror If Your Face Is Faulty.

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.

They Don’t Listen To Me, They Don’t Hear Me, They Don’t See Me.

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!"

There Are Occasions When A Woman, No Matter How Weak And Impotent In Character She May Be In Comparison With A Man, Will Yet Suddenly Become Not Only Harder Than Any Man, But Even Harder Than Anything And Everything In The World.