If You Want To Make

Be The Flame, Not The Moth.

Love Is Three Quarters Curiosity.

Hatred, In The Course Of Time, Kills The Unhappy Wretch Who Delights In Nursing It In His Bosom.

I Often Had No Scruples About Deceiving Nitwits And Scoundrels And Fools When I Found It Necessary. ...we Avenge Intelligence When We Deceive A Fool, And... Deceiving A Fool Is An Exploit Worthy Of An Intelligent Man. What Has Infused My Very Blood With An Unconquerable Hatred Of The Whole Tribe Of Fools From The Day Of My Birth Is That I Become A Fool Myself When I Am In Their Company.

I Don't Conquer, I Submit.