Book: The sorrows of young Werther

Man is by nature an invader! Do the children grab whatever they want?

The one who sits in the first place rarely plays the first role! Aren't there few kings ruled by their minister, few ministers ruled by their secretary? And who should be considered first? Someone, in my opinion, who sees through others and has sufficient power or cunning enough to use their strength and passion to carry out their plans.

What kind of people are they for whom everything in life is based on etiquette and for whole years all their thoughts and aspirations are directed towards rising one step higher.

What a struggle of petty ambitions; everyone is just watching, just watching, how to leap one step ahead of each other, the most ancient and vilest passions in their most undisguised form.

When we reach the goal, when it becomes here, everything is the same.

An immense nebula is stretched out before our soul; our sensations are lost in it, as are our views.

We have an inner craving for voluntary restriction, for rolling along the usual track, without looking around.

Cursed be the one who laugh at the sufferer, rushing to a distant source, which will only aggravate his illness and make painful last hours; cursed be the one who will be lifted up before the accident, making the pilgrimage to the sepulchre of Christ, to be saved from remorse and heartfelt sorrow utility! Every step hurts his feet on the unbeaten path, is able to shed a drop of comfort to a tortured soul, and after each hard day's way easier to sleep at night.

There is no moment that is not devoured you and your loved ones, there are moments when you hadn't been, even against the will, the destroyer! A'm harmless walk costs the lives of thousands miserable worms; one step crushes the buildings, painstakingly erected by the ants, and tramples in the dust the whole world. Oh no, not a great, exceptional worldwide disaster touching me, not floods, washing away your villages, not the earthquake, absorbing your city: I can't come to terms with the destructive force hidden in all nature and nothing is created such that it did not destroy my neighbor or myself.

Everything is an illusion, and foolish he who for the sake of others, not on their own vocation and inclination to work for the sake of money, honor or anything else.

The majority of people work a whole day just to live, and if remains a little bit of freedom, but they are so scared of her that they are looking for, however to get rid of it. Here it is - the destiny of man!

To see happy people owe their happiness to us, - that is intolerable.

I have these flashes of that courage when I'm ready to jump, to shake off and escape, just do not know where.

Me everywhere are equally bad and equally good. I want nothing, ask nothing. I should go at all.