The whole earth, perpetually steeped in blood, is nothing but an immense altar on which every living thing must be sacrificed without end, without restraint, without respite until the consummation of the world, the extinction of evil, the death of death.
Joseph de MaistreI do not know what the heart of a rascal may be, but I know what is in the heart of an honest man; it is horrible.
Joseph de Maistre