That child whose mother has never smiled upon him is worthy neither of the table of the gods nor the couch of the goddesses.
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 France