Narrow souls I cannot abide; There's almost no good or evil inside
Those who are slow to know suppose that slowness is the essence of knowledge.
I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding
Perhaps man will rise ever higher as soon as he ceases to flow out into a god.
He who speaks a bit of a foreign language has more delight in it than he who speaks it well; pleasure goes along with superficial knowledge.
Thus strength is afforded by good and thorough customs, thus is learnt the subjection of the individual, and strenuousness of character becomes a birth gift and afterwards is fostered as a habit.