1. “As the glow of love’s inward fire increases, so the frenzy of the lover’s suit. But this pain is so full of love, this anguish so enheartening, that no noble heart would dispense with it, once having been so heartened.”
2. “I know it, as surely as my death, since I have learned from the agony itself: the noble lover loves love stories.”
3. “Love, they waylayer, of all hearts, had stolen in… Those who before had been two and twofold, were now one, singlefold… Each was to the other as translucent as a glass: the two possessed one heart… When Isolt thought, the only thought she had was neither of this nor of that, but of Love alone and Tristan… For the burgeoning of Love makes lovers ever the more fair. That is the seed of Love, by which it never dies.”
4. “We read their life, we read their death, / And to us it is sweet as bread. / Their life, their death, are our bread. / So lives their life, so lives their death, / So live they still and yetr are dead / And their death is the bread of the living.”
