76 Quotes & Sayings By Emil M Cioran

Emil Cioran was born in Bucharest, Romania, in 1910. While becoming a philosopher, he continued to work in the Romanian government's Ministry of Foreign Affairs and in the Romanian Embassy in France. He also worked in the Romanian Academy and, in 1952, he became a professor of philosophy at the University of Bucharest. After the Communist takeover in Romania, Cioran was forced into exile, first to France and then to France's Alpes-Maritimes department Read more

In 1968 he moved to Paris, where he died prematurely in 1996 at the age of seventy-nine. His work has been translated into English, French, German, Spanish and Italian; it has been included in anthologies of major modern philosophers; it is considered one of the greatest works on philosophy and literature ever written; and it is part of many college curricula worldwide.

Man starts over again everyday, in spite of all he...
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Man starts over again everyday, in spite of all he knows, against all he knows. Emil M. Cioran
The fact that life has no meaning is a reason...
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The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live --moreover, the only one. Emil M. Cioran
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A zoologist who observed gorillas in their native habitat was amazed by the uniformity of their life and their vast idleness. Hours and hours without doing anything. Was boredom unknown to them? This is indeed a question raised by a human, a busy ape. Far from fleeing monotony, animals crave it, and what they most dread is to see it end. For it ends, only to be replaced by fear, the cause of all activity. Inaction is divine; yet it is against inaction that man has rebelled. Man alone, in nature, is incapable of enduring monotony, man alone wants something to happen at all costs–something, anything.. Thereby he shows himself unworthy of his ancestor: the need for novelty is the characteristic of an alienated gorilla. Emil M. Cioran
Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets,...
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Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets, we come to loathe our kind, precisely because they resemble us. Emil M. Cioran
To live entirely without a goal! I have glimpsed this...
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To live entirely without a goal! I have glimpsed this state, and have often attained it, without managing to remain there: I am too weak for such happiness. Emil M. Cioran
Nu pot fi eu insumi decat daca ma inalt pana...
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Nu pot fi eu insumi decat daca ma inalt pana la furie sau cobor pana la descurajare: la nivelul meu obisnuit, ignor faptul ca exist. Emil M. Cioran
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I try--without success--to stop finding reasons for vanity in anything. When I happen to manage it nonetheless, I feel that I no longer belong to the mortal gang. I am above everything then, above the gods themselves. Perhaps that is what death is: a sensation of great, of extreme superiority. Emil M. Cioran
As long as one believes in philosophy, one is healthy;...
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As long as one believes in philosophy, one is healthy; sickness begins when one starts to think. Emil M. Cioran
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Nothing sweeter than to drag oneself along behind events; and nothing more reasonable. But without a strong dose of madness, no initiative, no enterprise, no gesture. Reason: the rust of our vitality. It is the madman in us who forces us to adventure; once he abandons us, we are lost; everything depends on him, even our vegetative life; it is he who invites us, who obliges us to breathe, and it is also he who forces our blood to venture through our veins. Once he withdraws, we are alone indeed! We cannot be normal and alive at the same time. Emil M. Cioran
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The only successful philosophies and religions are the ones that flatter us, whether in the name of progress or of hell. Damned or not, man experiences an absolute need to be at the heart of everything. Emil M. Cioran
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To live in any true sense of the word is to reject others; to accept them, one must be able to renounce, to do oneself violence, to act against one's own nature, to weaken oneself; we conceive freedom only for ourselves - we extend it to our neighbours only at the cost of exhausting efforts; whence the precariousness of liberalism, a defiance of our instincts, a brief and miraculous success, a state of exception, at the antipodes of our deepest imperatives. Emil M. Cioran
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In numele si sub teroarea ei (plictiselii, n.m.) parasesc oamenii caminul si moartea agreabila legata de el si se avanta in lume, spre a muri undeva fara acoperis si fara lacrimi; adolescentii se gandesc la sinucideri in zile infinite de primavara, iar servitoarele fara amanti se lamenteaza duminicile, de parca inima lor e un cimitir in care mortii nu pot dormi. Emil M. Cioran
The fact that life has no meaning is a reason...
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The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live-moreover, the only one. Emil M. Cioran
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Tristetea, ca si suferinta, ne revela existenta, deoarece în ele avem în constiinta separatia noastra de lumea obiectiva si nelinistea care da un caracter tragic vietuirii în existenta. Daca ar exista un zeu al tristetii, lui nu i-ar putea creste decât aripi negre si grele, pentru a zbura nu înspre ceruri, ci în infern. Emil M. Cioran
Think of God and not religion, of ecstasy and not...
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Think of God and not religion, of ecstasy and not mysticism. The difference between the theoretician of faith and the believer is as great as between the psychiatrist and the psychotic. Emil M. Cioran
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I hate wise men because they are lazy, cowardly, and prudent. To the philosophers' equanimity, which makes them indifferent to both pleasure and pain, I prefer devouring passions. The sage knows neither the tragedy of passion, nor the fear of death, nor risk and enthusiasm, nor barbaric, grotesque, or sublime heroism. He talks in proverbs and gives advice. He does not live, feel, desire, wait for anything. He levels down all the incongruities of life and then suffers the consequences. So much more complex is the man who suffers from limitless anxiety. The wise man's life is empty and sterile, for it is free from contradiction and despair. An existence full of irreconcilable contradictions is so much richer and creative. The wise man's resignation springs from inner void, not inner fire. I would rather die of fire than of void. Emil M. Cioran
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Il ne fait aucun doute pour moi que la sagesse est le but principal de la vie et c'est pourquoi je reviens toujours aux stoïciens. Ils ont atteint la sagesse, on ne peut donc plus les appeler des philosophes au sens propre du terme. De mon point de vue, la sagesse est le terme naturel de la philosophie, sa fin dans les deux sens du mot. Une philosophie finit en sagesse et par là même disparaît. . Emil M. Cioran
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What are the occupations of the sage? He resigns himself to seeing, to eating, etc…., he accepts in spite of himself this “wound with nine openings, ” which is what the Bhagavad-Gita calls the body.― Wisdom? To undergo with dignity the humiliation inflicted upon us by our holes. Emil M. Cioran
A book is a suicide postponed.
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A book is a suicide postponed. Emil M. Cioran
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It is no sign of benediction to have been obsessed with the lives of saints, for it is an obsession intertwined with a taste for maladies and hunger for depravities. One only troubles oneself with saints because one has been disappointed by the paradoxes of earthly life; one therefore searches out other paradoxes, more outlandish in guise, redolent of unknown truths, unknown perfumes... Emil M. Cioran
Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.
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Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time. Emil M. Cioran
Fear of death is merely the projection into the future...
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Fear of death is merely the projection into the future of a fear which dates back to our first moment of life. Emil M. Cioran
By all evidence we are in the world to do...
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By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing. Emil M. Cioran
Each of us must pay for the slightest damage he...
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Each of us must pay for the slightest damage he inflicts upon a universe created for indifference and stagnation, sooner or later, he will regret not having left it intact. Emil M. Cioran
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There are people who are destined to taste only the poison in things, for whom any surprise is a painful surprise and any experience a new occasion for torture. if someone were to say to me that such suffering has subjective reasons, related to the individual's particular makeup, i would then ask; is there an objective criterion for evaluating suffering? who can say with precision that my neighbor suffers more than i do or that jesus suffered more than all of us? there is no objective standard because suffering cannot be measured according to the external stimulation or local irritation of the organism, but only as it is felt and reflected in consciousness. alas, from this point of view, any hierarchy is out of the question. each person remains with his own suffering, which he believes absolute and unlimited. how much would we diminish our own personal suffering if we were to compare it to all the world's sufferings until now, to the most horrifying agonies and the most complicated tortures, the mostcruel deaths and the most painful betrayals, all the lepers, all those burned alive or starved to death? nobody is comforted in his sufferings by the thought that we are all mortals, nor does anybody who suffers really find comfort in the past or present suffering of others. because in this organically insufficient and fragmentary world, the individual is set to live fully, wishing to make of his own existence an absolute. Emil M. Cioran
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If there is anyone who owes everything to Bach, it is certainly God. Emil M. Cioran
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We breathe too fast to be able to grasp things in themselves or to expose their fragility. Our panting postulates and distorts them, creates and disfigures them, and binds us to them. I bestir myself, therefore I emit a world as suspect as my speculation which justifies it; I espouse movement, which changes me into a generator of being, into an artisan of fictions, while my cosmogonic verve makes me forget that, led on by the whirlwind of acts, I am nothing but an acolyte of time, an agent of decrepit universes. (..)If we would regain our freedom, we must shake off the burden of sensation, no longer react to the world by our senses, break our bonds. For all sensation is a bond, pleasure as much as pain, joy as much as misery. The only free mind is the one that, pure of all intimacy with beings or objects, plies its own vacuity. Emil M. Cioran
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If just once you were depressed for no reason, you have been so all your life without knowing it. Becoming: an agony without an ending. The older I grow, the less I enjoy performing my little Hamlet. The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death. If History had a goal, how lamentable would be the fate of those of us who have accomplished nothing! On the frontiers of the self: ‘What I have suffered, what I am suffering, no one will ever know, not even I’. Events - tumours of time. Man secretes disaster. The secret of my adaptation to life? - I’ve changed despairs the way I’ve changed shirts. Each day is a Rubicon in which I aspire to be drowned. Emil M. Cioran
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For the normal man, life is an undisputed reality; only the sick man is delighted by life and praises it so that he won't collapse. Emil M. Cioran
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I foresee the day when we shall read nothing but telegrams and prayers. Emil M. Cioran
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The sense that everything is going wrong has existed in every era, and rightly so since men have found no greater pleasure than in inventing new ways to make each other miserable. Emil M. Cioran
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True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes. Emil M. Cioran
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Compassion is a sign of superficiality: broken destinies and unrelenting misery either make you scream or turn you to stone. Emil M. Cioran
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We cannot consent to be judged by someone who has suffered less than ourselves. And since each of us regards himself as an unrecognized Job... Emil M. Cioran
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But where is the antidote for lucid despair, perfectly articulated, proud, and sure? All of us are miserable, but how many know it? The consciousness of misery is too serious a disease to figure in an arithmetic of agonies or in the catalogues of the Incurable. It belittles the prestige of hell, and converts the slaughterhouses of time into idyls. What sin have you committed to be born, what crime to exist? Your suffering like your fate is without motive. To suffer, truly to suffer, is to accept the invasion of ills without the excuse of causality, as a favor of demented nature, as a negative miracle. . Emil M. Cioran
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It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late. Emil M. Cioran
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The terrifying experience and obsession of death, when preserved in consciousness, becomes ruinous. If you talk about death, you save part of yourself. But at the same time, something of your real self dies, because objectified meanings lose the actuality they have in consciousness. Emil M. Cioran
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The one who had not ever conceived his own annulment, who had not foreseen the resource of the cord, the bullet, the poison or the sea, is a debased prisoner or a crawling worm on the cosmic carrion. This world can take off us everything, it can forbid us everything, but nobody can't prevent us our self-abolition. Emil M. Cioran
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The obsession with suicide is characteristic of the man who can neither live nor die, and whose attention never swerves from this double impossibility. Emil M. Cioran
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The desire to die was my one and only concern; to it I have sacrificed everything, even death. Emil M. Cioran
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How good would it be if one could die by throwing oneself into an infinite void. Emil M. Cioran
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What they ask you for is actions, proofs, works, and all you can produce are transformed tears. Emil M. Cioran
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One does not inhabit a country; one inhabits a language. That is our country, our fatherland - and no other. Emil M. Cioran
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That there should be a reality hidden behind appearances is, after all, quite possible; that language might render such a thing would be an absurd hope. Emil M. Cioran
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Whenever I happen to be in a city of any size, I marvel that riots do not break out everyday: Massacres, unspeakable carnage, a doomsday chaos. How can so many human beings coexist in a space so confined without hating each other to death? Emil M. Cioran
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Only the mediocre want to die of old age. Suffer, then, drink pleasure to its last dregs, cry or laugh, scream in despair or with joy, sing about death or love, for nothing will endure! Morality can only make life a long series of missed opportunities. Emil M. Cioran
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Memories vanish when we want to remember, but fix themselves permanently in the mind when we want to forget. Emil M. Cioran
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As far back as I can remember, I’ve utterly destroyed within myself the pride of being human. And I saunter to the periphery of the Race like a timorous monster, lacking the energy to claim kinship with some other band of apes. Emil M. Cioran
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Animal banished from life, man's condition is tragic, for he no longer finds fulfillment in life's simple values. For animals, life is all there is; for man, life is a question mark. An irreversible question mark, for man has never found, nor will ever find, any answers. Life not only has no meaning; it can never have one. Emil M. Cioran
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The contact between beings is established only by mute presence, by apparent non-communication, by that mysterious and wordless exchange which resembles inward prayer. Emil M. Cioran
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Only god has the privilege of abandoning us. Men can only drop us Emil M. Cioran
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We rightly scorn those who have no made use of their defects, who have not exploited their deficiencies, and have not been enriched by their losses, as we despise any man who does not suffer at being a man or simply at being. Hence no graver insult can be inflicted than to call someone 'happy', no greater flattery than to grant him a 'vein of melancholy'.. This is because gaiety is linked to no important action and because, except for the mad, no one laughs when he is alone. Emil M. Cioran
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Tolerance cannot seduce the young. Emil M. Cioran
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We are born to Exist, not to know, to be, not to assert ourselves. Emil M. Cioran
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The more we frequent men, the blacker our thoughts; and when, to clarify them, we return to our solitude, we find there the shadow they have cast. Emil M. Cioran
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The cynicism of utter solitude is a calvary relieved by insolence. Emil M. Cioran
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Despair is the state in which anxiety and restlessness are immanent to existence. Nobody in despair suffers from “problems”, but from his own inner torment and fire. It’s a pity that nothing can be solved in this world. Yet there never was and here never will be anyone who would commit suicide for this reason. So much for the power that intellectual anxiety has over the total anxiety of our being! That is why I prefer the dramatic life, consumed by inner fires and tortured by destiny, to the intellectual, caught up in abstractions which do not engage the essence of our subjectivity. I despise the absence of risks, madness and passion in abstract thinking. How fertile live, passionate thinking is! Lyricism feeds it like blood pumped into the heart!. Emil M. Cioran
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Every work turns against its author: the poem will crush the poet, the system the philosopher, the event the man of action. Destruction awaits anyone who, answering to his vocation and fulfilling it, exerts himself within history; only the man who sacrifices every gift and talent escapes: released from his humanity, he may lodge himself in Being. (..) One always perishes by the self one assumes: to bear a name is to claim an exact mode of collapse. Emil M. Cioran
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The deepest subjective experiences are also the most universal, because through them one reaches the universal source of life. Emil M. Cioran
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I would like to explode, flow, crumble into dust, and my disintegration would be my masterpiece. Emil M. Cioran
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I am the beast with a contorted grin, contracting down to illusion and dilating toward infinity, both growing and dying, delightfully suspended between hope for nothing and despair of everything, brought up among perfumes and poisons, consumed with love and hatred, killed by lights and shadows. My symbol is death of light and the flame of death. Sparks die in me only to be reborn as thunder and lightning. Darkness itself glows in me. . Emil M. Cioran
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Progress is the injustice each generation commits with regard to its predecessor. Emil M. Cioran
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Ambition is a drug that turns it's addicts into potential madmen. Emil M. Cioran
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Revenge is not always sweet, once it is consummated we feel inferior to our victim. Emil M. Cioran
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As incompetent in life as in death, I loathe myself and in this loathing I dream of another life, another death. And for having sought to be a sage such as never was, I am only a madman among the mad .. . Emil M. Cioran
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I have tried to protect myself against men, to react against their madness to discern its source; I have listened and I have seen--and I have been afraid of acting for the same motives or for any motive whatever, of believing in the same ghosts or in any other ghost, of letting myself be engulfed by the same intoxications or by some other.. afraid, in short, of raving in common and of expiring in a horde of ecstasies. Emil M. Cioran
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I believe in the salvation of humanity, in the future of cyanide... Emil M. Cioran
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Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection. This is why with Chopin we feel so little like gods. Emil M. Cioran
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My soul is chaos, how can it be at all? There is everything in me: search and you will find out ... in me anything is possible, for I am he who at the supreme moment, in front of absolute nothingness, will laugh. Emil M. Cioran
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This is how I recognize an authentic poet: by frequenting him, living a long time in the intimacy of his work, something changes in myself, not so much my inclinations or my tastes as my very blood, as if a subtle disease had been injected to alter its course, its density and nature. To live around a true poet is to feel your blood run thin, to dream a paradise of anemia, and to hear, in your veins, the rustle of tears. Emil M. Cioran
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No one is responsible for what he is nor even for what he does. This is obvious and everyone more or less agrees that it is so. Then why celebrate or denigrate? Because to exist is to evaluate, to emit judgments, and because abstention, when it is not the effect of apathy or cowardice, requires an effort no one manages to make. Emil M. Cioran
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Every phenomenon is a corrupt version of another, largerphenomenon: time, a disease of eternity; history, a disease oftime; life, again, a disease of matter. Then what is normal, what is healthy? Eternity? Which itselfis only an infirmity of God. Emil M. Cioran
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Melancholy: an appetite no misery satisfies. Emil M. Cioran
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If you try to convert someone, it will never be toeffect his salvation but to make him suffer like yourself, to be sure he is exposed to the same ordeals andendures them with the same impatience. You keepwatch, you pray, you agonize-provided he does too, sighing, groaning, beset by the same tortures that areracking you. Intolerance is the work of ravaged soulswhose faith comes down to a more or less deliberatetorment they would like to see generalized, instituted. The happiness of others never having been a motiveor principle of action, it is invoked only to appeaseconscience or to parade noble excuses: whenever wedetermine upon an action, the impulse leading to itand forcing us to complete it is almost always inadmissible. No one saves anyone; for we save only ourselves, and do so all the better if we disguise asconvictions the misery we want to share, to lavish onothers. However glamorous its appearances, proselytismnonetheless derives from a suspect generosity, worse in its effects than a patent aggression. No oneis willing to endure alone the discipline he may evenhave assented to, nor the yoke he has shouldered. Vindication reverberates beneath the missionary'sbonhomie, the apostle's joy. We convert not to liberatebut to enchain. Once someone is shackled by a certainty, he enviesyour vague opinions, your resistance to dogmas orslogans, your blissful incapacity to commit yourself. . Emil M. Cioran
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It is an understatement to say that in this society injustices abound: In truth it is itself the quintessence of injustice. Emil M. Cioran