All are tired and angry; human life is all churned up like mud on a busy highway, and trodden underfoot!" He stopped in front of the mother, and with deep sorrow in his eyes, and shaking his head, added in a low, sad voice: "Yes, it hurts, but you must--you must distrust man; you must fear him, and even hate him! Man is divided, he is cut in two by life.

You'd like only to love him; but how is it possible?
How can you forgive a man if he goes against you like a wild beast, does not recognize that there is a living soul in you, and kicks your face--a human face! You must not forgive.

It's not for yourself that you mustn't.

I'd stand all the insults as far as I myself am concerned; but I don't want to show indulgence for insults.

I don't want to let them learn on my back how to beat others!" His eyes now sparkled with a cold gleam; he inclined his head doggedly, and continued in a more resolute tone: "I must not forgive anything that is noxious, even though it does not hurt! I'm not alone in the world.