Why cannot others be, who only read what I have conceived?
But pardon my violence," he continued, with a milder voice and gentler manner.

"Never did an author create a work which brought him at the same time so great fame and bitter reproach as this work has brought to me.

'The Sorrows of Young Werther' have indeed been transformed into the sorrows of young Goethe, and I even fear that old Goethe will have to suffer for it.

I have spoken to you as a friend to a friend: cherish my words, take them to heart, and arise from the dust; shake off the self-strewn ashes from your head.

Enter again as a brave champion the combat of life--summon to your aid cunning, power, prudence, and audacity, to conquer your love.