I had nothing, and yet enough

Goethe in Faust, translated by Abraham Hayward

Then give me back the times when I myself was forming; when a fountain of crowded lays sprang freshly and unbrokenly forth; when mists veiled the world before me — the bud still promised miracles; when I gathered the thousand flowers which profusely filled the dales! I had nothing, and yet enough — the longing after truth, the pleasure in delusion! Give me back those impulses untamed — the deep pain - fraught happiness, the energy of hate, the might of love — give me back my youth!

What a telling and real memory of youth.