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“Evil breeds evil, that we know well, but the fact that good is born of good we seem to forget.”

Camper, beware!
In the forest take care,
with fire do not play,
for we are here to stay,
The forest we must roam—
the forest is our home.

How many wishes to do good is a person allotted in life? How many times can he, downtrodden and ridiculed, rise again, smile at his work once more, tackle it with enthusiasm? How many? Who knows?

” When a person’s hard to understand, the easiest thing to do is declare him a crank.”

Each man cures whatever he’s got that hurts.

“Every tree, son, has some use: Mother Nature doesn’t like good-for-nothings. One tree grows for men—for his needs—while another grows for the forest—for all kinds of critters. And that’s why, before you go swinging your axe, ya gotta look around to make sure you’re not harming anyone: an elk or a hare, a mushroom or a squirrel or a hedgehog. If you hurt them, you’ll be hurting yourself.”

“And the devil led him astray…And why do you suppose?”
“Because they look for everything on the outside! And evil—it’s in a person, it’s inside.”
“And what else is inside a person?”
“His stomach! Evil comes from his stomach! Each guy worries about his stomach and hurts everyone all around him.”

An innocent kid ruminates on evil with his primary school teacher!

“You’ll never get married, Nona!”
“Why do you say that?”
“You spend an awful lot on books. Give yourself a break: men don’t like the bookish type.”

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“Man suffers. Suffers a lot, my dear, kind friends. Why? Because we’re all orphans, we are. Out of sorts with mother earth, in a row with father forest, in bitter separation from sister river. And there’s nothing to stand on, nothing to lean against, and nothing to refresh ourselves with. And this goes especially for you, my dear, kind friends. You suffer the most and the sky above you is grey. Ours is blue.”

“Beauty—do you mean to tell me beauty is when everything’s the same? Beauty is when everything’s different! And how can we get by without beauty? Without beauty there’s no festivity.”