A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.
From Max Muller
Childhood has its secrets and its mysteries; but who can tell or who can explain them!
I believe I can even yet remember when I saw the stars for the first time.
The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.
While the river of life glides along smoothly, it remains the same river; only the landscape on either bank seems to change.
How mankind defers from day to day the best it can do, and the most beautiful things it can enjoy, without thinking that every day may be the last one, and that lost time is lost eternity!
Thus one memory follows another until the waves dash together over our heads, and a deep sigh swells the breast, which warns us that we have forgotten to breathe in the midst of these pure thoughts.
What is emitted from the divine, though it be only like the reflection from the fire, still has the divine reality in itself, and one might almost ask what were the fire without glow, the sun without light, or the Creator without the creature?
Would not the child's heart break in despair when the first cold storm of the world sweeps over it, if the warm sunlight of love from the eyes of mother and father did not shine upon him like the soft reflection of divine light and love?
Every life has its years in which one progresses as on a tedious and dusty street of poplars, without caring to know where he is.
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