Pain Is Short, And Joy Is Eternal.

Accursed Be He Who Plays With The Devil.

Ah, To That Far Distant Strand Bridge There Was Not To Convey, Not A Bark Was Near At Hand, Yet True Love Soon Found The Way.

The Mountain Cannot Frighten One Who Was Born On It.

Soon Is The Struggle Past, And To The Earth, To The Eternal Sun, I Render Back These Atoms, Joined In Me For Pain And Pleasure.

One Drop Of Hatred Left In The Cup Of Joy Turns The Most Blissful Draught Into Poison.