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!
Max MullerThus 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.
Max MullerEvery life has its years in which one progresses as on a tedious and dusty street of poplars, without caring to know where he is.
Max Muller