Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.
If I can not bend Heaven, I shall move Hell.
They are able who think they are able.
Persistent work triumphs.
He enters the port with a full sail.
I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.