No loose fish enters our quiet bay.

The French are a race of individuals. There is no type.

genius must ever be imperfect. Life is not long enough nor slow enough for both brain and character to grow side by side to superhuman proportions.

No loose fish enters our quiet bay.

Has it ever occurred to you, that the rich are at the mercy of the poor, not the poor at that of the rich? Who permits us to be rich if not the poor?

The minority of one generation is usually the majority of the next.

the only revenge worth having is success.