People do not lack strength; they lack will.
Other lands have their vitality in a few, a class, but we have it in the bulk of the people.
Only a virtuous people are capable of freedom. As nations become corrupt and vicious, they have more need of masters.
Once there was The People – Terror gave it birth; Once there was The People and it made a Hell of Earth. Earth arose and crushed it. Listen, O ye slain! Once there was The People – it shall never be again!
On the Continent people have good food; in England people have good table manners.
Nobody gets justice. People only get good luck or bad luck.
No one wants to love the ordinary people in us.[Никто не хочет любить в нас обыкновенных людей.]
Museums are just a lot of lies, and the people who make art their business are mostly imposters.
Most people return small Favours, acknowledge middling ones, and repay great ones with Ingratitude.
Most people get a fair amount of fun out of their lives, but on balance life is suffering, and only the very young or the very foolish imagine otherwise.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their life a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Many people take no care of their money till they come nearly to the end of it, and others do just the same with their time.
