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

-Max Muller

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"A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love."

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"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."

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