Monsieur l'abbé, I detest what you write, but I would give my life to make it possible for you to continue to write.
VoltaireSuch then is the human condition, that to wish greatness for one's country is to wish harm to one's neighbors.
VoltaireI have been a hundred times on the point of killing myself, but still was fond of life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our worst instincts. What can be more absurd than choosing to carry a burden that one really wants to throw to the ground? To detest, and yet to strive to preserve our existence? To caress the serpent that devours us, and hug him close to our bosoms till he has gnawed into our hearts?
Voltaire