Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one's nose.

The fundamental evil of the world arose from the fact that the good Lord has not created money enough.

Life is the greatest of blessings and death the worst of evils.... all great, powerful souls love life.

Wherever books are burned, human beings are destined to be burned too.

Poverty sits by the cradle of all our great men and rocks all of them to manhood.

She resembles the Venus de Milo: she is very old, has no teeth, and has white spots on her yellow skin.

While we are indifferent to our good qualities, we keep on deceiving ourselves in regard to our faults, until we come to look on them as virtues.