“And if my friends refused to listen to me, then the walls had to hear me or the stones in the fields and the trees of the forests.”

Quoted by Harry Slochower in "Julius Bahnsen, Philosopher of Heroic Despair, 1830-1881" (1932), The Philosophical Review, 41(4), p. 371

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