He who is neither human nor demon is not the dawn nor the dusk.
The Bird of Hermes is my name, Eating my Wings to make me tame.
I wish I had been born a storm. No heart, no tears, just a terrible gale'd been good.
Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster.
There is only one quality that makes humans truly human and that is their will.
Isn't the act of calling everyone a fool left and right the indication of a true fool?