FAUST. I tell you, the mere pleasure's not the point! To dizzying, painful joy I dedicate Myself, to refreshing frustration, loving hate! I've purged the lust for knowledge from my soul; Now the full range of suffering it shall face, And in my inner self I will embrace The experience allotted to the whole Race of mankind; my mind shall grasp the heights And depths, my heart know all their sorrows and delights. Thus I'll expand myself, and their self I shall be, And perish in the end, like all humanity.