“I have hardly ever come across a town that does not desire the ruin of its neighbouring town, a family that does not destroy another family. Everywhere the weak despise the strong at whose feet they grovel, and the strong treat them like sheep whose wool and flesh can be sold. A million regimented assassins, marching from one end of Europe to the other, perform disciplined murder and robbery to earn their bread, because no profession is more honest. In cities where peace and the arts flourish, men are more consumed by jealousy, worry and anxiety than they are in cities under the blight of a besieging army. Private sorrows are more bitter than public suffering.”
“Candide or Optimism”, Voltaire, 1759.
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