The Spring Of Love Becomes Hidden And

Childhood Has Its Secrets And Its Mysteries; But Who Can Tell Or Who Can Explain Them!

It Smote Me To The Heart That I Had Found No One In All The World Who Loved Me More Than All Others.

He Who, Though Dressed In Fine Apparel, Exercises Tranquillity, Is Quiet, Subdued, Restrained, Chaste, And Has Ceased To Find Fault With All Other Beings, He Indeed Is An Ascetic.

Whoever Knows It Also Knows That In Love There Is No More And No Less; But That He Who Loves Can Only Love With The Whole Heart, And With The Whole Soul; With All His Strength And With All His Will.

Of These Years Nought Remains In Memory But The Sad Feeling That We Have Advanced And Only Grown Older.