Man is an idea, and a precious small idea once he turns his back on love.

Man is the only creature that refuses to be what he is.

Alas, after a certain age every man is responsible for his face.

But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?

At 30 a man should know himself like the palm of his hand, know the exact number of his defects and qualities, know how far he can go, foretell his failures - be what he is. And, above all, accept these things.

Every man needs slaves like he needs clean air. To rule is to breathe, is it not? And even the most disenfranchised get to breathe. The lowest on the social scale have their spouses or their children.