Torment, for some men, is a need, an appetite, and an accomplishment.

I seem to myself, among civilized men, an intruder, a troglodyte enamored of decrepitude, plunged into subversive prayers.

A great step forward was made the day men understood that in order to torment one another more efficiently they would have to gather together, to organize themselves into a society.

The more intense a spiritual leader's appetite for power, the more he is concerned to limit it to others.

If our fellow men could be aware of our opinions about them, love, friendship, and devotion would be forever erased from the dictionaries; and if we had the courage to confront the doubts we timidly conceive about ourselves, none of us would utter an 'I' without shame.

Knowledge, having irritated and stimulated our appetite for power, will lead us inexorably to our ruin.