Man is such a wondrous being that it is never possible to count up all his merits at once. The more you study him, the more new particulars appear, and their description would be endless.

Everything resembles the truth, everything can happen to a man.

I shall laugh my bitter laugh.

They don’t listen to me, they don’t hear me, they don’t see me.

Of course, Alexander the Great was a hero, but why smash the chairs?

What is stronger in us — passion or habit? Or are all the violent impulses, all the whirl of our desires and turbulent passions, only the consequence of our ardent age, and is it only through youth that they seem deep and shattering?

It's the most righteous, which of course is not the same thing as the most profitable.