The first pages of memory are like the old family Bible. The first leaves are wholly faded and somewhat soiled with handling. But, when we turn further, and come to the chapters where Adam and Eve were banished from Paradise, then, all begins to grow clear and legible.

I believe I can even yet remember when I saw the stars for the first time.

A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.

The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.

Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.

Whoever knows it also knows that in love there is no More and no Less; but that he who loves can only love with the whole heart, and with the whole soul; with all his strength and with all his will.

While the river of life glides along smoothly, it remains the same river; only the landscape on either bank seems to change.