This feat of Tell, the archer, will be told While yonder mountains stand upon their base. By heaven! The apple's cleft right through the core. - Friedrich Schiller

Love is only known by him who hopelessly persists in love.

There are three lessons I would write, — Three words — as with a burning pen,
In tracings of eternal light
Upon the hearts of men. <p> Have Hope. Though clouds environ now, And gladness hides her face in scorn, Put thou the shadow from thy brow, — No night but hath its morn. <p> Have Faith. Where'er thy bark is driven, — The calm's disport, the tempest's mirth, — Know this: God rules the hosts of heaven, The habitants of earth. <p> Have Love. Not love alone for one, But men, as man, thy brothers call; And scatter, like the circling sun, Thy charities on all. <p> Thus grave these lessons on thy soul, — Hope, Faith, and Love, — and thou shalt find Strength when life's surges rudest roll, Light when thou else wert blind.

lern' erst die Tiefe des Abgrunds kennen, eh du hineinspringst!