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On this account, nothing is more dangerous than solitude: there our imagination, always disposed to rise, taking a new flight on the wings of fancy, pictures to us a chain of beings of whom we seem the most inferior. All things appear greater than they really are, and all seem superior to us.
 Johann Wolfgang von GoetheThe Sorrows of Young Werther (1774). copy citation

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Translated by R. D. Boylan
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