What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity?
Glory - once achieved, what is it worth?
What every man who loves his country hopes for in his inmost heart: the suppression of half his compatriots.
Tolerance - the function of an extinguished ardor - tolerance cannot seduce the young.
If a man has not, by the time he is 30, yielded to the fascination of every form of extremism, I don't know if he is to be admired or scorned - a saint or a corpse.
Pursued by our origins...we all are.
A gifted humanity can only produce skeptics, never saints.
The wrinkles of a nation are as visible as those of an individual.
Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.
The only minds which seduce us are the minds which have destroyed themselves trying to give their life a meaning.
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