Mobs in their emotions are much like children, subject to the same tantrums and fits of fury.

Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.

tell me how does it feel with my teeth in your heart!

Human misery must somewhere have a stop; there is no wind that always blows a storm.

Short is the joy that guilty pleasure brings.

Sound judgement, with discernment is the best of seers

Money is the wise man's religion.