The More One Is Hated, I Find,

This Instinctive Repulsion Which Tradespeople Inspire In Men Of Sensitive Feeling Is One Of The Very Rare Consolations For Being So Impoverished Which Are Given To Those Of Us Who Don’t Sell Anything To Anybody.

We've No Use For Intellectuals In This Outfit. What We Need Is Chimpanzees. Let Me Give You A Word Of Advice: Never Say A Word To Us About Being Intelligent. We Will Think For You, My Friend. Don't Forget It.

There Is No Rest For The Humble Except In Despising The Great, Whose Only Thought Of The People Is Inspired By Self-interest Or Sadism.

Poor People Never, Or Hardly Ever, Ask For An Explanation Of All They Have To Put Up With. They Hate One Another, And Content Themselves With That.

The Rich Don't Have To Kill To Eat. They Employ People, As They Call It. The Rich Don't Do Evil Themselves. They Pay. People Do All They Can To Please Them, And Everybody's Happy.