Isn't my heart holy, more full of life's beauty, <br />since I fell in love? Why did you like me more <br />when I was prouder and wilder, more full <br />of words, yet emptier? <br /> <br />Well, the crowd likes whatever sells in the <br />marketplace; and no one but a slave <br />appreciates violent men. Only those who <br />are themselves godlike believe in the gods.<br /><br />Friedrich Holderlin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/human-applause/
