The Sorrows of Young Werther
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (translated by R.D. Boylan)
October 30.
One hundred times have I been on the point of embracing her. Heavens! what a torment it is to see so much loveliness passing and repassing before us, and yet not dare to lay hold of it! And laying hold is the most natural of human instincts. Do not children touch everything they see? And I!