The anarchist and the Christian have a common origin.
One is proud to worship when he cannot be an idol.
Can an ass be tragic?--To perish under a burden that one can neither bear nor cast off? The case of the philosopher.
Every virtue has its privilege: for example, that of contributing its own little bundle of wood to the funeral pyre of one condemned.
The last Christian died on a cross.
Supposing truth is a woman -- what then?