Was it all put into words, or did both understand that they had the same thing at heart and in their minds, so that there was no need to speak of it aloud, and better not to speak of it?

Everything will come in due course, if you have the gumption to wait for it.

Talking nonsense is man's only privilege that distinguishes him from all other organisms.

But what can a decent man speak of with most pleasure? Answer: Of himself. Well, so I will talk about myself.

There is nothing higher and stronger and more wholesome and useful for life in later years than some good memory, especially a memory connected with childhood, with home.

I used to imagine adventures for myself, I invented a life, so that I could at least exist somehow.

My life is ending, I know that well, but every day that is left me I feel how my earthly life is in touch with a new infinite, unknown, but approaching life, the nearness of which sets my soul quivering with rapture, my mind glowing and my heart weeping with joy.