All these young men, so diverse but who, when all is said, deserved to be taken seriously, had a religion in common: Progress.
He suffered all the slights and unjust abasement of extreme poverty: a stern and terrible trial which brings the weak to infamy and the strong to nobility; the crucible into which Destiny casts a man, to make of him a ne’er-do-well or a demi-god.
To him a debt was the beginning of slavery. He went so far as to say that a creditor is worse than a master; for a master owns only your physical presence, whereas a creditor owns your dignity and may affront it.
There are fathers who do not love their sons, but there has never been a grandfather who did not adore his grandson.
Old people need love as they need sunshine; it is warmth.