I Live On Good Soup, Not On

I Hate All Men, The Ones Because They Are Mean And Vicious, And The Others For Being Complaisant With The Vicious Ones.

The Art Of Flatterers Is To Take Advantage Of The Foibles Of The Great, To Foster Their Errors, And Never To Give Advice Which May Annoy.

Writing Is Like Prostitution. First You Do It For Love, And Then For A Few Close Friends, And Then For Money.

It May Cost Me Twenty Thousand Francs; But For Twenty Thousand Francs, I Will Have The Right To Rail Against The Iniquity Of Humanity, And To Devote To It My Eternal Hatred.

There Is No Rampart That Will Hold Out Against Malice.