Non bisogna fare il diavolo più nero di quanto non sia.
O muse, o alto ingegno, or m’aiutate;
o mente che scrivesti ciò ch’io vidi, qui si parrà la tua nobilitate.
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.”
The paroxysmal aversions you have to matters outside the scope of your cognitive conceptualization are only a further testament to the banal and tremulous foundational axioms upon which you have excogitated the delusions which lamentably transmogrify your yowls into insufferable expressions and kobold phantasms.
What further attestation to your benighted bellicosity do we need to ascertain the type of man you are?
Delicate and effete, in a word; womanly.
“Where the strong are weak, and the noble all too mild—there it builds its disgusting nest: the parasite lives where the great have small wounded recesses…Resentment, born of weakness, harms no one more than the weak person himself.”