When Translating One Must Proceed Up To

The Man Of Understanding Finds Everything Laughable.

Is It Not Enough That We Cannot Make One Another Happy, Must We Also Rob One Another Of The Pleasures That Any Heart May Permit Itself Now And Then? And Name Me A Person Who In A Bad Mood Will Be Decent Enough To Hide It, To Bear It Alone, Without Destroying The Joy Around Him. Is It Not Rather An Inner Dissatisfaction With Our Own Unworthiness, A Dislike Of Ourselves That Is Always Associated With Envy Aggravated By Foolish Conceit? We See People Happy And Not Made Happy By Us, And That Is Unbearable.

Tolerance Should Really Be Only A Temporary Attitude; It Must Lead To Recognition. To Tolerate Means To Offend.

Every Idea Appears At First As A Strange Visitor, And When It Begins To Be Realized, It Is Hardly Distinguishable From Fantasy.

Without My Attempts In Natural Science, I Should Never Have Learned To Know Mankind Such As It Is. In Nothing Else Can We So Closely Approach Pure Contemplation And Thought, So Closely Observe The Errors Of The Senses And Of The Understanding, The Weak And Strong Points Of Character.