“It is only great pain--that slow, sustained pain that takes its time, in which we are, as it were, burned with smoldering green firewood--that forces us philosophers to sink to our ultimate profundity and to do away with all the trust, everything good-natured, veil-imposing, mild and middling, on which we may have previously based our humanity. I doubt that such a pain makes us 'better'--but I know that it makes us deeper.” KnowsMayPainHumanityForceDoubtUltimateGreenPhilosopherDeeperBurnedVeilsImposingProfundityFirewood Author:Friedrich Nietzsche
“He who loves his neighbor burns his heart, and the heart, like green wood, groans when it burns, and distills itself in tears. There is no point in taking opium; it is better to put salt and vinegar in the soul's wound, for if you fall asleep and no longer feel the pain, then you no longer exist. And the point is to exist.” IfsFeelsHeartSoulPainFallTearsGreenWoodsNeighborWoundsSaltNo PointOpiumVinegar Book:The Tragic Sense of Life in Men and Nations Source: The Tragic Sense of Life in Men and Nations