Far from diminishing the appetite for power, suffering exasperates it.
Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.
One is and remains a slave as long as one is not cured of hoping.
For you who no longer possess it, freedom is everything, for us who do, it is merely an illusion.
What I know at sixty, I knew as well at twenty. Forty years of a long, superfluous, labor of verification.
Better to be an animal than a man, an insect than an animal, a plant than an insect, and so on. Salvation? Whatever diminishes the kingdom of consciousness and compromises its supremacy.