Life has a way of setting things in order and leaving them be. Very tidy, is life.
God is on everyone's side... and in the last analysis, he is on the side with plenty of money and large armies.
Poor little men, poor little cocks! As soon as they're old enough, they swell their plumage to be conquerors. If they only knew that it's enough to be just a little bit wounded and sad in order to obtain everything without fighting for it.
Every man thinks God is on his side. The rich and powerful know he is.
Talent is like a faucet, while it is open, one must write.
A genius knows how to make himself easily understood without being obvious about it.