And Though All Streams Flow From A

It Is Not The Oath That Makes Us Believe The Man, But The Man The Oath.

Only When A Man's Life Comes To Its End In Prosperity Dare We Pronounce Him Happy.

The Truth Has To Be Melted Out Of Our Stubborn Lives By Suffering. Nothing Speaks The Truth, Nothing Tells Us How Things Really Are, Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain. And This Is How The Gods Declare Their Love.

He Who Learns Must Suffer. And Even In Our Sleep Pain That Cannot Forget Falls Drop By Drop Upon The Heart, And In Our Own Despair, Against Our Will, Comes Wisdom To Us By The Awful Grace Of God.

Who Apart From The Gods Is Without Pain For His Whole Lifetime's Length?