In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.
I felt a little lost between the blue and white of the sky and the monotony of the colors around me- the sticky black of the tar, the dull black of all the clothes, and the shiny black of the hearse.
You see, Mersualt, all the misery and cruelty of our civilisation can be measured by this one stupid axiom: happy nations have no history.
Daru felt a sudden wrath against the man, against all men with their rotten spite, their tireless hates, their blood lust.
There is always a philosophy for lack of courage.
Every man needs slaves just as he needs fresh air. Giving orders is like breathing, you must agree? And even the most abject man manages to breathe.