No burden is so heavy for a man to bear as a succession of happy days.

That is the returning to God which in reality is never concluded on earth but yet leaves behind in the soul a divine home sickness, which never again ceases.

It smote me to the heart that I had found no one in all the world who loved me more than all others.

And 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.

Whoever knows it also knows that in love there is no More and no Less; but that he who loves can only love with the whole heart, and with the whole soul; with all his strength and with all his will.

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