Our hearts know each other like two faithful friends, as the earth knows her moon, the moon her earth.

What is one without the other?
Why must they be separated?
Did you ever walk along a forest path?
The tracks of two wheels run side by side and never touch.

The axle holds them asunder, as our oath parts us." "Say rather--our honor." "As our honor parts us.

But often in the woods we find a place where the road ends in a field or hill, and there the tracks cross and intersect each other, and in this hour I feel that my path has come to an end.

I can go no farther, I cannot, or the horses will plunge into the thicket and the vehicle be shattered on the roots and stones." "And honor with it.