Man is worth so much as he can do for another.
A crown of thorns may be made of laurel leaves.
A poor man values every pound, a rich man every penny.
The poor hate the rich but dream of becoming like them.
Man can arouse the lowest instincts for higher purpose.
Well organized criminal group we call mafia, the best organized mafia we call the state.
The credo of the superhuman: I am not human therefore nothing that is inhuman is alien to me.
Man is bombarded by an increasing amount of information which he finds increasingly meaningless.