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

Quote by Max Muller

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Whoever knows it also knows that in love there is no More and no Less;...

Whoever knows it also knows that in love there is no More and no Less;...

Yes, now I understood for the first time that my soul was not so poor...

Yes, now I understood for the first time that my soul was not so poor...

While the river of life glides along smoothly, it remains the same river; only the...

While the river of life glides along smoothly, it remains the same river; only the...

What is emitted from the divine, though it be only like the reflection from the...

What is emitted from the divine, though it be only like the reflection from the...

Childhood has its secrets and its mysteries; but who can tell or who can explain...

Childhood has its secrets and its mysteries; but who can tell or who can explain...

Would not the child's heart break in despair when the first cold storm of the...

Would not the child's heart break in despair when the first cold storm of the...

How mankind defers from day to day the best it can do, and the most...

How mankind defers from day to day the best it can do, and the most...

And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men...

And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men...

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

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