We spend our time envying people whom we wouldn't wish to be.
Theories pass. The frog remains.
One kills a man, one is an assassin; one kills millions, one is a conqueror; one kills everybody, one is a god.
On the brink of being satiated, desire still appears infinite.
I prefer the honest jargon of reality to the outright lies of books.
The least one can say of power is that a vocation for it is suspicious.