I can no longer obey; I have tasted command, and I cannot give it up.

Whatever shall we do in that remote spot? Well, we will write our memoirs. Work is the scythe of time.

The best way to make every one poor is to insist on equality of wealth.

I believe love to be hurtful to society, and to the individual happiness of men. I believe, in short, that love does more harm than good.

I can no longer obey; I have tasted command, and I cannot give it up.

There is only one thing in this world, and that is to keep acquiring money and more money, power and more power. All the rest is meaningless.

Liberty and equality are magical words.