Four varieties in society: lovers, the ambitious, observers, and fools. The fools are the happiest.
Hippolyte TaineHis tongue is by turns a sponge, a brush, a comb. He cleans himself, he smooths himself, he knows what is proper.
Hippolyte TaineTo have a true idea of man or of life, one must have stood himself on the brink of suicide, or on the door-sill of insanity, at least once.
Hippolyte TaineThere are four types of men in the world: lovers, opportunists, lookers-on, and imbeciles. The happiest are the imbeciles.
Hippolyte Taine