Men are not only prone to forget benefits and injuries; they even hate those who have obliged them, and cease to hate those who have injured them. The necessity of revenging an injury or of recompensing a benefit seems a slavery to which they are unwilling to submit.
Not necessity, not desire - no, the love of power is the demon of men. Let them have everything - health, food, a place to live, entertainment - they are and remain unhappy and low-spirited: for the demon waits and waits and will be satisfied.
There is the good and the bad, the great and the low, the just and the unjust. I swear to you that all that will never change.
Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.
Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.
There are two things which a democratic people will always find very difficult - to begin a war and to end it.
The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
Men are never really willing to die except for the sake of freedom: therefore they do not believe in dying completely.
My mother said to me, 'If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope.' Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso.
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