To love is to find your own soul Through the soul of the beloved one.
What is this I hear of sorrow and weariness, Anger, discontent and drooping hopes? Degenerate sons and daughters, Life is too strong for you— It takes life to love Life.
the much-sought prize of eternal youth Is just arrested growth.
In time you shall see Fate approach you In the shape of your own image in the mirror.
The tongue may be an unruly member-- But silence poisons the soul.
Did I follow Truth wherever she led, And stand against the whole world for a cause, And uphold the weak against the strong? If I did I would be remembered among men.