To act is to anchor in an imminent future, so imminent it becomes almost tangible; to act is to feel you are consubstantial with that future.

Who Rebels? Who rises in arms? Rarely the slave, but almost always the oppressor turned slave.

What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity?

Imaginary pains are by far the most real we suffer, since we feel a constant need for them and invent them because there is no way of doing without them.

Revenge is not always sweet, once it is consummated we feel inferior to our victim.

If, at the limit, you can rule without crime, you cannot do so without injustices.