But twice-two-makes-four is for all that a most insupportable thing. Twice-two-makes-four is, in my humble opinion, nothing but a piece of impudence. Twice-two-makes-four is a farcical, dressed-up fellow who stands across your path with arms akimbo and spits at you.

Fathers, provoke not your children to wrath.

Trifles, trifles are what matter!

Is there in the whole world a being who would have the right to forgive and could forgive?

Lamentations comfort only by lacerating the heart still more. Such grief does not desire consolation. It feeds on the sense of its hopelessness. Lamentations spring only from the constant craving to re-open the wound.

Just take a look around you: Blood is flowing in rivers and in such a jolly way you’d think it was champagne.

There is nothing more alluring to man than freedom of conscience, but neither is there anything more agonizing.