For all the things in life which make me glad I'm not dead yet.
Ruin
I have seen scarcely a city that did not wish the ruin of its neighbouring city; nor a family that did not wish to exterminate some other family. Everywhere the weak hate the powerful, before whom they crawl, and the powerful treat the weak like sheep, selling their wool and their carcases.
- Martin the Manichaean, Candide (Voltaire)
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