Do You Think That Revolutions Are Made

He Who Leaves The Game Wins It.

Preoccupation With Money Is The Great Test Of Small Natures, But Only A Small Test Of Great Ones.

I Have Three Kinds Of Friends: Those Who Love Me, Those Who Pay No Attention To Me, And Those Who Detest Me.

Society ... Is Nothing More Than The War Of A Thousand Petty Opposed Interests, An Eternal Strife Of All The Vanities, Which, Turn In Turn Wounded And Humiliated One By The Other, Intercross, Come Into Collision, And On The Morrow Expiate The Triumph Of The Eve In The Bitterness Of Defeat. To Live Alone, To Remain Unjostled In This Miserable Struggle, Where For A Moment One Draws The Eyes Of The Spectators, To Be Crushed A Moment Later -- This Is What Is Called Being A Nonentity, Having No Existence. Poor Humanity!

Too Elevated Qualities Often Unfit A Man For Society. We Do Not Go To Market With Ingots, But With Silver And Small Change.