There exists above the "productive" man a yet higher species.

A high civilization is a pyramid: it can stand only on a broad base; its primary prerequisite is a strong and soundly consolidated mediocrity.

Love matches, so called, have illusion for their father and need for their mother.

Living in a constant chase after gain compels people to expend their spirit to the point of exhaustion.

Everything the State says is a lie, and everything it has it has stolen.

Behold! I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that has gathered too much honey; I need hands outstretched to take it from me. I wish to spread it and bestow it, until the wise have once more become joyous in their folly, and the poor happy in their riches.

But are there many honest people who will admit that it is pleasing to give pain?