Showing posts with label The Sorrows of Young Werther. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Sorrows of Young Werther. Show all posts
3 September
Sometimes it is beyond my comprehension that any other man can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her solely, with such passion, and so completely and know nothing, understand nothing, have nothing but her.  

The Sorrows of Young Werther by Goethe