While the river of life glides along smoothly, it remains the same river; only the landscape on either bank seems to change.
Max MullerAnd then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men right and left pass us by and know us not, a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.
Max MullerOf these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.
Max Muller