Faust: Who Holds The Devil, Let Him

We Love A Girl For Very Different Qualities Than Understanding. We Love Her For Her Beauty, Her Youth, Her Mirth, Her Confidingness, Her Character, With Its Faults, Caprices And God Knows What Other Inexpressible Charms; But We Do Not Love Her Understanding.

Every Man Bears Something Within Him That, If It Were Publicly Announced, Would Excite Feelings Of Aversion.

Those Who Hope For No Other Life Are Dead Even For This.

Thus I Reel From Desire To Fulfillment And In Fulfillment Languish For Desire.

The Dangers Of Life Are Infinite, And Among Them Is Safety.