Friedrich Schiller,
Philosophical Letters of Friedrich Schiller
“ Wisdom, with thy sunlike look, Awful goddess! turn thee back, And give way to Love; Who before thee went, with hero heart, Up the steep and stormy path To the Godhead's very throne; Who, unveiling the Holiest, Showed to thee Elysium Through the vaulted sepulchre. Did it not invite us in? Could we reach immortality— Or could we seek the spirit Without Love, the spirit's master? Love, Love leadeth only to Nature's Father, Only love the spirits. I have now given you, Raphael, my spirit's confession of faith—a flying outline of the creation I have undertaken. ”
