Society and the World

Money cannot buy The fuel of love But is excellent kindling.

When it is a question of money, everybody is of the same religion.

and yet it is such a useful root that we cannot get on without it any more than we can without potatoes.

The price we have to pay for money is paid in liberty.

The price we have to pay for money is paid in liberty.

Money is human happiness in the abstract.

Money, which represents the prose of life, and which is hardly spoken of in parlors without an apology, is, in its effects and laws, as beautiful as roses.

Money is a singular thing. It ranks with love as man’s greatest source of joy. And with death as his greatest source of anxiety.

Money is a protection, a cloak; it can buy one quiet, and some sort of dignity.

Fear and dull disposition, lukewarmness and sloth, are not seldom wont to cloak themselves under the affected name of moderation.

Excess on occasion is exhilarating. It prevents moderation from acquiring the deadening effect of habit.

Back of every mistaken venture and defeat is the laughter of wisdom, if you listen. Every blunder behind us is giving a cheer for us.

Mistakes are, after all, the foundations of truth, and if a man does not know what a thing is, it is at least an increase in knowledge if he knows what it is not.

Untilled soil, however fertile it may be, will bear thistles and thorns; and so it is with man’s mind.

An answer is invariably the parent of a great family of new questions.

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind.

A man’s face is his autobiography. A woman’s face is her work of fiction.

Indifference is the revenge the world takes on mediocrities.

When small men attempt great enterprises, they always end by reducing them to the level of their mediocrity.

Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself.

One is tempted to define man as a rational animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.

Marriage must constantly fight against a monster which devours everything: routine.

Man is the unnatural animal, the rebel child of Nature, and more and more does he turn himself against the harsh and fitful hand that reared him.

Man is the only animal that can remain on friendly terms with the victims he intends to eat until he eats them.