You are the equal of the idol who has given you your inspiration.
We shouldn’t maltreat our idols: the gilt comes off on our hands.[Il ne faut pas toucher aux idoles: la dorure en reste aux mains.]
We find not much in ourselves to admire, we are always privately wanting to be like somebody else. If everybody was satisfied with himself there would be no heroes.
All of the idols invented by man, however terrifying he may have made them, are in fact dependent upon him, and this is why he is able to destroy them.
