When . . . in the course of all these thousands of years has man ever acted in accordance with his own interests?

I've always considered myself smarter than everyone around me, and sometimes, believe me, I've been ashamed of it. At the least, all my life I've looked away and never could look people straight in the eye.

They were like two enemies in love with one another.

When he has lost all hope, all object in life, man becomes a monster in his misery.

Man only likes to count his troubles, but he does not count his joys.

Sarcasm: the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded.

How good life is when one does something good and just!