Ihr wißt nicht, schwache Seelen, Was ein beleidigt Mutterherz vermag. Ich liebe, wer mir gutes tut und hasse Wer mich verletzt, und ist's der eigene … - Friedrich Schiller

Curious,' the Prince continued, after a deep silence, 'is it possible never to have known something, never to have missed it in its absence — and a few moments later to live in and for that single experience alone? Can a single moment make a man so different from himself? It would be just as impossible for me to return to the joys and wishes of yesterday morning as it would for me to return to the games of childhood, now that I have seen that object, now that her image dwells here — and I have this living, overpowering feeling within me: from now on you can love nothing other than her, and in this world nothing else will ever have any effect on you.

O tender yearning, sweet hoping!
The golden time of first love!
The eye sees the open heaven,
The heart is intoxicated with bliss;
O that the beautiful time of young love
Could remain green forever.

Who dares nothing, need hope for nothing.