Character: 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.

I don't like dots, but then somehow it can not be expressed and are expressed, in my opinion, clear enough.

You don't feel, don't understand what brokenness in your heart, in your troubled mind is the cause of all sorrows...

Oh, surely people were also unhappy to me?

Our imagination, by its very nature seeks to rise above the world, nourished by the fantastic images of poetry, draws a number of people standing far above us, and everybody but us, seems to us to be unusual, every other person seems perfect. And this is quite natural. We at every step to feel how much we lack, and often see the other person that they were deprived of themselves, ascribing to him your own qualities, with an unshakable peace of mind in the bargain.

Since we are so created that all try to themselves and to everything - so joy and sorrow depend on what surrounds us, and there is nothing more dangerous than loneliness.

People can bring joy, sorrow, pain only to a certain extent, and when this degree is exceeded, he dies.

Much can be said in favor of the established rules about what to say in praise of public order. People brought up on the rules will never create anything tasteless and worthless as a man, following the laws and regulations of the hostel will never be a neighbour or inveterate villain. But, no matter what people say, all rules are killing the sense of nature and the ability to truthfully portray her!