I Want To Be The Victim Of

The Man Who Alters His Way Of Thinking To Suit Others Is A Fool.

I Assumed That Everything Must Yield To Me, That The Entire Universe Had To Flatter My Whims, And That I Had The Right To Satisfy Them At Will.

Crime Is To The Passions What Nervous Fluid Is To Life: It Sustains Them, It Supplies Their Strength.

It Requires Only Two Things To Win Credit For A Miracle: A Mountebank And A Number Of Silly Women.

The Reasoning Man Who Scorns The Prejudices Of Simpletons Necessarily Becomes The Enemy Of Simpletons; He Must Expect As Much, And Laugh At The Inevitable.