God, that checkroom of our dreams.
I should have no use for a paradise in which I should be deprived of the right to prefer hell.
On the brink of being satiated, desire still appears infinite.
Kill one man, and you are a murderer. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill them all, and you are a god.
Already at the origin of the species man was equal to what he was destined to become.
We bestow on others praise in which we do not believe, on condition that in return they bestow upon us praise in which we do.