Now dare to be tragic men, for you will be redeemed. You shall join the Dionysiac procession from India to Greece! Gird yourselves for a hard battle, but have faith in the miracles of your God!

I climb upon the highest mountains, laughing at all tragedies - whether real or imaginary.

Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.

Tragedy sits in sublime rapture amidst this abundance of life, suffering and delight, listening to a far-off, melancholy song which tells of the Mothers of Being, whose names are Delusion, Will, Woe.

Yes, my friends, join me in my faith in this Dionysiac life and the rebirth of tragedy.

I must be gone and live, or stay and die.