Only by joy and sorrow does a person know anything about themselves and their destiny. They learn what to do and what to avoid.

A person places themselves on a level with the ones they praise.

A person hears only what they understand.

Who never ate his bread in sorrow, Who never spent the darksome hours Weeping, and watching for the morrow,-- He knows ye not, ye gloomy Powers. [Ger., Wer nie sein Brod mit Thranen ass, Wer nicht die kummervollen Nachte Auf seinem Bette weinend sass, Der kennt euch nicht, ihr himmlischen Machte.]

Alas! sorrow from happiness is oft evolved. [Ger., Ach! aus dem Gluck entwickelt oft sich Schmerz.]

Loving is a feeling that brings both joy and pain to my heart. Joy from being with you, being filled with an emotion so deep and tender that no other feeling can compare. Pain from knowing that I'm so in love, that I'm more vulnerable than I've ever