Bankers are lynxes. To expect any gratitude from them is equivalent to attempting to move the wolves of the Ukraine to pity in the middle of winter.

The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.

Society is no more indulgent than was the God of Genesis.

Children, dear and loving children, can alone console a woman for the loss of her beauty.

Isn't it really quite extraordinary to see that, since man took his first step, no one has asked himself why he walks, how he walks, if he has ever walked, if he could walk better, what he achieves in walking .. questions that are tied to all the philosophical, psychological, and political systems which preoccupy the world.

Society proceeds like the ocean. After a disaster, it resume its wonted level and rhythms; its devouring interests efface all traces of damage.

Your modest savant smiles as he says to his admirers: What have I done? Nothing. Man does not invent a force, he directs it.