I believe I can even yet remember when I saw the stars for the first time.

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

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

I spend my happiest hours in reading Vedantic books. They are to me like the light of the morning like the pure air of the mountains - so simple, so true if once understood.