QOTD

One no longer lives, in the fetters of love and hatred, without yea, without nay, voluntarily near, voluntarily distant, preferring to escape, to turn aside, to flutter forth, to fly up and away; one is fastidious like everyone who has seen an immense variety beneath him - and one has become the opposite of those who trouble themselves about things which do not concern them.

-Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)