The heart errs like the head; its errors are not any the less fatal, and we have more trouble getting free of them because of their sweetness.
Anatole FranceGod, conquered, will become Satan; Satan, conquering, will become God. May the fates spare me this terrible lot; I love the Hell which formed my genius. I love the Earth where I have done some good, if it be possible to do any good in this fearful world where beings live but by rapine.
Anatole FranceThose who have given themselves the most concern about the happiness of peoples have made their neighbors very miserable.
Anatole France