I hate who steals my solitude, without really offer me in exchange company.
Around the hero everything turns into a tragedy, around the demigod, a satyr-play, and around God--what? perhaps a "world"?
Wherever progress is to ensue, deviating natures are of greatest importance.
The complete irresponsibility of man for his actions and his nature is the bitterest drop which he who understands must swallow.
In compassionate men, severity is a virtue.
Was that life? Well then, once more!