the laberynth

He enters into a laberynth, he multiplies the dangers that life brings with it, in any case, not the least of which is that no one can see how and where he loses his way, becomes lonely, and is torn piecemeal by some minotaur of conscience. Supposing one like that comes to grief, this happens so far from the comprehension of men that they neither feel it nor sympathize. And he cannot go back any longer.

Nietzsche. Beyond Good and Evil