Neither necessity nor desire, but the love of power, is the demon of mankind. You may give men everything possible health, food, shelter, enjoyment but they are and remain unhappy and capricious, for the demon waits and waits; and must be satisfied.
Men live tranquilly also in dungeons; is that enough to make them contented there?[On vit tranquille aussi dans les cachots: en est-ce assez pour s’y trouver bien?]
I would have nobody to control me; I would be absolute: and who but I? Now, he that is absolute can do what he likes; he that can do what he likes can take his pleasure; he that can take his pleasure can be content; and he that can be content has no more to desire. So the matter ‘s over; and come what will come, I am satisfied.
Delight is to him—a far, far upward, and inward delight—who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.