_Broken Lights._--We are not always brave, and when we are weary, people of our stamp are liable to lament occasionally in this wise:--"It is so hard to cause pain to men--oh, that it should be necessary! What good is it to live concealed, when we do not want to keep to ourselves that which causes vexation? Would it not be more advisable to live in the madding crowd, and compensate individuals for sins that are committed, and must be committed, against mankind in general? Foolish with fools, vain with the vain, enthusiastic with enthusiasts? Would that not be reasonable when there is such an inordinate amount of divergence in the main? When I hear of the malignity of others against me--is not my first feeling that of satisfaction? It is well that it should be so!--I seem to myself to say to them--I am so little in harmony with you, and have so much truth on my side: see henceforth that ye be merry at my expense as often as ye can! Here are my defects and mistakes, here are my illusions, my bad taste, my confusion, my tears, my vanity, my owlish concealment, my contradictions! Here you have something to laugh at! Laugh then, and enjoy yourselves! I am not averse to the law and nature of things, which is that defects and errors should give pleasure!--To be sure, there were once 'more glorious' times, when as soon as any one got an idea, however moderately new it might be, he would think himself so _indispensable_ as to go out into the street with it, and call to everybody: 'Behold! the kingdom of heaven is at hand!'--I should not miss myself, if I were a-wanting. We are none of us indispensable!"--As we have said, however, we do not think thus when we are brave; we do not think _about it_ at all. 312. _My Dog._--I have given a name to my pain, and call it "a dog,"--it is just as faithful, just as importunate and shameless, just as entertaining, just as wise, as any other dog--and I can domineer over it, and vent my bad humour on it, as others do with their dogs, servants, and wives. 313. _No Picture of a Martyr._--I will take my cue from Raphael, and not paint any more martyr-pictures. There are enough of sublime things without its being necessary to seek sublimity where it is linked with cruelty; moreover my ambition would not be gratified in the least if I aspired to be a sublime executioner. 314. _New Domestic Animals._--I want to have my lion and my eagle about me, that I may always have hints and premonitions concerning the amount of my strength or weakness. Must I look down on them to-day, and be afraid of them? And will the hour come once more when they will look up to me, and tremble?-- 315. _The Last Hour._--Storms are my danger. Shall I have my storm in which I perish, as Oliver Cromwell perished in his storm? Or shall I go out as a light does, not first blown out by the wind, but grown tired and weary of itself--a burnt-out light? Or finally, shall I blow myself out, so as _not to burn out?_ 316.