When Work Is A Pleasure, Life Is

Hunger Can Explain Many Acts. It Can Be Said That All Vile Acts Are Done To Satisfy Hunger.

When A Woman Gets Married It Is Like Jumping Into A Hole In The Ice In The Middle Of Winter: You Do It Once And You Remember It The Rest Of Your Days.

One Has To Be Able To Count If Only So That At Fifty One Doesn't Marry A Girl Of Twenty.

Politics Is The Soil In Which The Nettle Of Poisonous Enmity, Evil Suspicions, Shameless Lies, Slander, Morbid Ambitions, And Disrespect For The Individual Grows Rapidly And Luxuriantly. Name Anything Bad In Man And It Is Precisely In The Soil Of Political Struggle That It Grows With Particular Liveliness And Abundance.

Politics Is Something Similar To The Lower Physiological Functions, With The Unpleasant Difference That Political Functions Are Unavoidably Carried Out In Public.