Life is but a preparation for what there is to come.
Nature knows no pause in progress and development, and attaches her curse on all inaction.
What I possess, seems far away to me, and what is gone becomes reality.
With knowledge grows doubt.
Human life-everybody lives it, but only to a few is it known.
We are pantheists when we study nature, polytheists when we write poetry, monotheists in our morality.