The life of the soul is incalculable.
Man tells his aspiration in his God; but in his demon he shows his depth of experience.
Men for the sake of getting a living forget to live.
I stand in the sunny noon of life. Objects no longer glitter in the dews of morning, neither are yet softened by the shadows of evening.
I am suffocated and lost when I have not the bright feeling of progression.
Very early, I knew that the only object in life was to grow.