“In the depths of my heart I can’t help being convinced that my dear fellow-men, with a few exceptions, are worthless.”
“My dear fellow, I am prepared to prove anything.”
“My dear fellow, I am not quite serious. But I can't help detesting my relations. I suppose it comes from the fact that none of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves.”
“I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few.”
“In politics, my dear fellow, you know, as well as I do, there are no men, but ideas — no feelings, but interests; in politics we do not kill a man, we only remove an obstacle, that is all.”
“My dear fellow, money is no substitute for the right kind of friend . . .”