Accursed be he who plays with the devil.
Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.
Joy all creatures drink At nature's bosoms.
His saying was: live and let live.
While the womanly god demands our veneration, the godlike woman kindles our love; but while we allow ourselves to melt in the celestial loveliness, the celestial self-sufficiency holds us back in awe.
The greater part of humanity is too much harassed and fatigued by the struggle with want, to rally itself for a new and sterner struggle with error.