He who strideth across the highest mountains laugheth
Ye say unto me: ‘Life is hard to bear.’ But for what
Life is hard to bear. But do not pretend to be so frail!
What have we in common with the rose-bud that trembleth
It is true: we love life, not because we are accustomed
There is always a madness in love. There is however also
at all tragedies whether of the stage or of life….
purpose have ye got in the morning your pride and in
the evening your submission?
We are all good he-asses and she-asses of burden.
because a drop of dew lieth on its body?
to life, but because we are accustomed to love.
always a reason in madness.
Friedrich Nietzsche