Far too often the choices reality proposes are such as to take away one's taste for choosing.
Already at the origin of the species man was equal to what he was destined to become.
Being right is less important to us than the freedom to be wrong.
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.
On the brink of being satiated, desire still appears infinite.
Renown? I've already got more of it than those I respect, and will never have as much as those for whom I feel contempt.