“I thought to myself with what means, with what deceptions, with how many varied arts, with what industry a man sharpens his wits to deceive another and through these variations the world is made more beautiful.”
“How many more, I must ask myself,such perfect ends of Augusts will I witness?”
“Friendship ... is born at the moment when one man says to another "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .”
“I mean if I don't get started soon, how will I get the chance to sharpen my wits? It takes alot of training.”
“Show not what has been done, but what can be. How beautiful the world would be if there were a procedure for moving through labyrinths.”
“A truth is what it is. A lie, a thought out deception more brutal than a truth could ever be.”