Quote #100
The multiplication of our kind borders on the obscene; the duty to love them, on the preposterous.
More from Emile Cioran
- Maniacs of Procreation, bipeds with devalued faces, we have lost all appeal for each other.
- Knowledge subverts love: in proportion as we penetrate our secrets, we come to loathe our kind, precisely because they resemble us.
- Wherever we go, we come up against the human, a repulsive ubiquity before which we fall into stupor and revolt, a perplexity on fire.
- Were we to undertake an exhaustive self-scrutiny, disgust would paralyze us, we would be doomed to a thankless existence.
- Revenge is not always sweet, once it is consummated we feel inferior to our victim.
- The more we try to rest ourselves from our ego, the deeper we sink into it.
- Word - that invisible dagger.
- What is pity but the vice of kindness.