Money has no country.

It is a rule of creative ability that it does nothing of any value, while it is possessed by this afflatus of vanity.

If misery spelled revolt, we should have had nothing but revolt from the beginning of time. On the contrary, it is quite rare.

A speculator is a man who, if he dies at the right time, has a rich widow.

A mother! What are we worth really? They all grow up whether you look after them or not. That poor miserable brat of his is growing up, and I certainly licked the hide off her; and she's seen marriage at its worst, and now she's dreaming about 'supermen' and 'great men'. What is the good of doing anything for them?

Love is feared: it dissolves society, it's unpopular, and it's very rare.

Venus can see at night without eyes.