It Is Of Men, And Of Them

History Doesn't Pass The Dishes Again.

Poor People Never, Or Hardly Ever, Ask For An Explanation Of All They Have To Put Up With. They Hate One Another, And Content Themselves With That.

There Is No Rest For The Humble Except In Despising The Great, Whose Only Thought Of The People Is Inspired By Self-interest Or Sadism.

There's No Such Thing As Intelligent Vanity. It's An Instinct. And You'll Never Find A Man Who Is Not First And Foremost Vain.

The More One Is Hated, I Find, The Happier One Is.