“The most beautiful words in the English language are ‘not guilty’.”

It is quiet and peaceful here, the air is good, there are numerous gardens, and in them nightingales sing and spies lurk under the bushes.

Anger is like ice, and also quick to melt.

To an old man any place that’s warm is homeland.

Hunger can explain many acts. It can be said that all vile acts are done to satisfy hunger.

When everything is easy one quickly gets stupid.

Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is.

An honest man is all right even if he’s an idiot…but a crook must have brains.

Remembrance of the past kills all present energy and deadens all hope for the future.

Politics is something similar to the lower physiological functions, with the unpleasant difference that political functions are unavoidably carried out in public.

The revolution has overthrown the monarchy, true! But perhaps this means that the revolution simply has driven the skin disease inside the organism.

When work is a pleasure, life is a joy! When work is a duty, life is slavery.

Truth doesn’t always heal a wounded soul.

A good man can be stupid and still be good. But a bad man must have brains.

Let us not search for the guilty ones only among others, let us speak the bitter truth: we are all guilty each and every one of us.

In the carriages of the past, you can’t go anywhere.

Lies are the religion of slaves and masters. Truth is the god of the free man.

Four things are laid upon me: to drive out the English; to bring you to be crowned and anointed at Reims; to rescue the Duke of Orléans from the hands of the English; and to raise the siege of Orleans.

I used to say, “Go boldly in among the English,” and then I used to go boldly in myself.

Of the love or hatred God has for the English, I know nothing, but I do know that they will all be thrown out of France, except those who die there.

If your computer speaks English, it was probably made in Japan.

Preachers at black churches are the last people left in the English-speaking world who know the schemes and tropes of classical rhetoric: parallelism, antithesis, epistrophe, synecdoche, metonymy, periphrasis, litotes – the whole bag of tricks.

I read good. I was an English major.

Catchphrases flourish in contemporary American English.

Why do elites hate the poor? It’s xenophobia. They don’t know any poor people – except their off-the-books Brazilian nanny and illegal immigrant cleaning lady from Upper Revolta who don’t speak English.