Distress (n.) has a personal necessity the pitying never consider: the path to one's own heaven always leads through the voluptuousness of one's own hell.
Distress (n.) in its dark states, sickness or debt, makes us glad when others still shine and perceive in us the bright disk of the moon, so that we participate indirectly in our own capacity to illumine.
Distress (n.) is craved by those who cannot endure their own boredom: unable to create their own inner need, they paint the distress of others on the wall — they always need others.
Distress (n.) only draws the strong man tauter, like a bow; what he cannot endure is bad air — the smell of an ill-constituted soul.
Distress (n.) of all kinds treated as an objection to be abolished is the niaiserie par excellence — almost as stupid as wanting to abolish bad weather out of pity for poor people.
Distress (n.) of the many constitutes a sum only in the feelings of powerful human beings; the distress of great individuals in their development outweighs the confusion of peoples.
Distress (n.) of the psychological, bodily or intellectual kind is by no means capable, alone, of bringing forth nihilism, the radical rejection of value, meaning and desirability.