In the society, where people are just parts in a larger machine, individuals are unable to develop fully.
I speak with the Eternal through the instrument of nature, through the world's history: I read the soul of the artist in his Apollo.
Even weak men when united are powerful.
The future comes slowly, the present flies and the past stands still forever.
When the gods were more manlike, Men were more godlike.
A sublime soul can rise to all kinds of greatness, but by an effort; it can tear itself from all bondage, to all that limits and constrains it, but only by strength of will. Consequently the sublime soul is only free by broken efforts.