"…We can feel sorry for youth, the way it takes its timidness for idealism, and for old age, the way its heart breaks with stoic superiority. We see emperors trembling over popular songs, and street shysters shaking at the sound of the last trumpet. We ignore the comedian’s mask and see the poet putting his mask on in the dark. We behold the contented man in his impoverishment, and in the man who “labors and is heavy laden” we see the capitalist. We observe people in love and see them blush at each other, suspecting that they’re deceived deceivers. We see parents bringing children into the world in order to be able to say to them: how luck you are to have parents like us! — and see the children going out and doing the same thing. We can eavesdrop on innocence in its lonely extremities of love, and on the two-bit whore reading Schiller…We see God and the Devil making fools of each other, and we nurture in ourselves the absolutely unshakable conviction that both of them are drunk…A peace of mind, a contentedness, Melchior — !"
Moritz Stiefel (Spring Awakening by Frank Wedekind, translated by Jonathan Franzen)