“Mutual content is like a river, which must have its banks on either side.”

The soul is that which denies the body. For example, that which refuses to run when the body trembles, to strike when the body is angry, to drink when the body is thirsty.

Plain as a pike-staff.

The pleasure of talking is the inextinguishable passion of a woman, coeval with the act of breathing.

Just give your natural enthusiasm free reign and say whatever comes into your head.

A flatterer can risk everything with great personages.

Doubt is not below knowledge, but above it.

I am contented with my situation, and happy because I think myself so.

Justice is such a fine thing that we cannot pay too dearly for it.

Isocrates was in the right to insinuate, in his elegant Greek expression, that what is got over the Devil’s back is spent under his belly.

Pride and conceit were the original sins of man.

I am quite my own master, agreeably lodged, perfectly easy in my circumstances.

Your rashness will be taken for extraordinary courage.

Would you like to be a brilliant conversationalist?

Evil tongues never want a whet.

It may be said that his wit shines at the expense of his memory.

On peut dire que son esprit brille aux dépens de sa mémoire (One may say that his wit shines by the help of his memory).

They’re right there waiting for it. A community of people who’ve been denied wealth, denied wealth-building opportunities, are right there. And the banks went right after them.

The issue which has swept down the centuries and which will have to be fought sooner or later is the people versus the banks.

Never try to fix other people. God does not need to do a bank shot off your lips.

I don’t think any rapper can go back. You can be a car salesman, a bank teller – I mean, really good jobs, and people are still gonna look at you and be like, ‘You used to rap; what happened?’

After money in the bank, a grudge is the next best thing.

I know of only three people who really understand money. A professor at another university. One of my students. And a rather junior clerk at the Bank of England.

Any time three New Yorkers get into a cab without an argument, a bank has just been robbed.

A sound banker, alas, is not one who foresees danger and avoids it, but one who, when he is ruined, is ruined in a conventional way along with his fellows, so that no one can really blame him.