Fathers, provoke not your children to wrath.
Forgive me... for my love -for ruining you with my love.
...it all, maybe, most likely, indeed, might turn out for the best.
For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments.
Life [had] replaced logic.
Neither man nor nation can exist without a sublime idea.