Every Life Has Its Years In Which

Without A Belief In Personal Immortality, Religion Surely Is Like An Arch Resting On One Pillar, Like A Bridge Ending In An Abyss.

Yes, Now I Understood For The First Time That My Soul Was Not So Poor And Empty As It Had Seemed To Me, And That It Had Been Only The Sun That Was Lacking To Open All Its Germs, And Buds To The Light.

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.

How Mankind Defers From Day To Day The Best It Can Do, And The Most Beautiful Things It Can Enjoy, Without Thinking That Every Day May Be The Last One, And That Lost Time Is Lost Eternity!

Bad Deeds, And Deeds Hurtful To Ourselves, Are Easy To Do; What Is Beneficial And Good, That Is Very Difficult To Do.