“The ordinary procedure of the nineteenth century is that when a powerful and noble personage encounters a man of feeling, he kills, exiles, imprisons or so humiliates him that the other, like a fool, dies of grief.” 

― Stendhal, The Red and the Black

“Faith, I am no such fool; everyone for himself in this desert of selfishness which is called life.” 

― Stendhal, The Red and the Black