But what remained was, nevertheless, enough for life.

That was love for and faith in mankind.

Then Max, having renounced personal happiness, started to work for the happiness of others.
That was a new phase--he believed.
All the evil that is tormenting the world seemed to him to be concentrated in a "red flower," in one red flower.

It was but necessary to tear it down, and the incessant, heart-rending cries and moans which rise to the indifferent sky from all points of the earth, like its natural breathing, would be silenced.

The evil of the world, he believed, lay in the evil will and in the madness of the people.