The Mountain Cannot Frighten One Who Was

If Yon Wish To Be Like The Gods On Earth, To Be Free In The Realms Of The Dead, Pluck Not The Fruit From The Garden! In Appearance It May Glisten To The Eye; But The Perishable Pleasure Of Possession Quickly Avenges The Curse Of Curiosity.

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.

Intellect--brain Force.

Glory To Women! They Weave And Entwine Heavenly Roses Into An Earthly Life.

Let No One Despair, Even Though In The Darkest Night The Last Star Of Hope May Disappear.