In fact the whole passion ordinarily termed love (and heaven help me if I can think of any other term to apply to it) is of such exceeding triviality that I see nothing that I think comparable with it.

The hope of impunity is the greatest inducement to do wrong.

They are, all of them, born with raging fanaticism in their hearts, just as the Bretons and the Germans are born with blond hair. I would not be in the least bit surprised if these people would not some day become deadly to the human race.

The precepts of the law are these: to live honestly, to injure no one, and to give everyone else his due.

After victory, you have more enemies.

The face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter.

We make allowance for necessity.