Remembrances Last Longer Than Present Realities.

As A Man Grows Older It Is Harder And Harder To Frighten Him.

The Burden Of Suffering Seems A Tombstone Hung About Our Necks, While In Reality It Is Only The Weight Which Is Necessary To Keep Down The Diver While He Is Hunting For Pearls.

Every Friend Is To The Other A Sun, And A Sunflower Also. He Attracts And Follows.

Romanticism Is Beauty Without Bounds-the Beautiful Infinite.

Like A Morning Dream, Life Becomes More And More Bright The Longer We Live, And The Reason Of Everything Appears More Clear. What Has Puzzled Us Before Seems Less Mysterious, And The Crooked Paths Look Straighter As We Approach The End.