“Flee, my friend, into your solitude! I see you dazed by the noise of the great men and stung by the stings of the little.
Wood and cliff know worthily how to keep silent with you. Be once more like the tree that you love, the broad-branching one: silent and listening it hangs over the sea.
Where solitude ends, there begins the market place; and where the market place begins, there begins too the noise of the great actors and the buzzing of poisonous flies.”
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Friedrich Nietzsche,
Thus Spoke Zarathustra