Friedrich Nietzsche

Great people appear on the human sky in different ways. Some rise to the summit steadily and calmly. They do not need to taste late fame with the bitter tinge of unrecognizedness—with the scent of fading roses. They are not greeted by an instantaneous surge of delight, only to then be forgotten and dissolved in the darkness of nonexistence. Their greatness, like honey of sunlight, gradually gathers in souls; and what healing wine is aged in their books: you open them—and the page fills you with radiance; you take a sip—and the clear, gentle intoxication softly puts life’s worries to sleep. Yes, they too complained about their lot—but aren’t such grievances the same for everyone?…