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

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

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

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

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.

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 l

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.

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    When you are missing someone, time seems to move slower, and when I’m falling in love with someone, time seems to be moving faster.

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    The greatest loss of time is delay and expectation, which depend upon the future. We let go the present, which we have in our power, and look forward to that which depends upon chance, and so relinquish a certainty for an uncertainty.

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