Heavy, melancholy men turn lighter, and come temporarily to their surface, precisely by that which makes others heavy--by hatred and love.
91.

So cold, so icy, that one burns one's finger at the touch of him! Every hand that lays hold of him shrinks back!--And for that very reason many think him red-hot.
92.

Who has not, at one time or another--sacrificed himself for the sake of his good name?
93.

In affability there is no hatred of men, but precisely on that account a great deal too much contempt of men.
94.

The maturity of man--that means, to have reacquired the seriousness that one had as a child at play.
95.