Perhaps I know best why it is man alone who laughs; he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter.
When I believe now that I am a few centuries ahead in Enlightenment not only of Voltaire but even of Galiani, who was far profounder how far must I have got in the increase of darkness! And this is really the case, and I bewared in time, with some sort of regret, of the German and Christian narrowness and inconsequence of pessimism a la Schopenhauer or, worse, Leopardi, and sought out the most quintessential forms (Asia) . But in order to endure this type of extreme pessimism (it can be perceived here and there in my Birth of Tragedy) and to live alone “without God and morality” I had to invent a counterpart for myself. Perhaps I know best why man alone laughs: he alone suffers so deeply that he had to invent laughter. The unhappiest and most melancholy animal is, as fitting, the most cheerful.life, loneliness