Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.

Yes, now I understood for the first time that my soul was not so poor and empty as it had seemed to me, and that it had been only the sun that was lacking to open all its germs, and buds to the light.

Soon the child learns that there are strangers, and ceases to be a child.

Not far from our house, and opposite the old church with the golden cross, stood a large building, even larger than the church, and having many towers.

There never was a false god, nor was there ever really a false religion, unless you call a child a false man.

The scent of flowers does not travel against the wind; but the odor of good people travels; even against the wind: a good man pervades every place.

Would not the child's heart break in despair when the first cold storm of the world sweeps over it, if the warm sunlight of love from the eyes of mother and father did not shine upon him like the soft reflection of divine light and love?