The portraits seemed to be staring in astonishment. Their tongues quivered like aspen leaves, what is this eloquence, but good sense expressed in clear language? You cast light on the soul of wisdom like morning sunshine; you support people with water, unselfishly like the spring; you give us direction like compass. You live life with fervent enthusiasm. When a man can say what he likes with the certainty that every word will be reported, and can speak to those around him as one manifestly their superior, he always looms large.

Your sincerest efforts make the people in your life sparkle with enthusiasm. Eloquence is a native gift of yours; it comes from your lips, without effort, and without preparation. Your words are as inspirational as your deeds, as magnificent as you character; everything you say has it source in your great heart and were coined in an infinite brain. You are the founder of future, making everyone in your life reveal greatness; you spread knowledge making each young soul full of wisdom. Your passion and light, we take with us and bury in our hearts.

When I see you, the sadness of departure leaves my eyes, and gives sunshine to my heart like an obscure illusion of my dreams. You have the most amazing blue eyes, though they do not tell all, they explain so many things to me. Your eyes are the character, the mirror of your soul, they are like arctic pools, pure, crisp, and cool. Thou lookest far into eternity with those bright eyes! Tell me what thou seest? They eyes only sees that which brings with it the power of seeing. We have no words, no tears, only eternal blessing resonating in our hearts. You see beauty in these commonplace thins, and delight in showing how kindly the light of Heaven falls on them.

Men who can talk freely, but do nothing, fail in everything they attempt. There is too much vision mixed with the fact. Gazing into the depths of your glamorous blue eyes, when you are in a contemplative mood, they seem most good-natured yet unfathomable; but when illuminated by some lively emotion, they beam upon the beholder like stars. The eyes are the messenger of love, and the brain is the master; the ears are the carriers of good news, and the heart is the safe where you hold everything blessed.

We look at each other, I have a lot of words to tell you, but I am speechless. The time we share is more valuable than I could have ever imagined. I do not yearn for anything, but you. I want to keep each image in my heart, each memory, and every moment, so I can recall them when I am away from you. And there is a happy future that is most successful. I pray that I will see you as soon as possible and will make your name known in the World.  For in the future, you will triumph and it will linger with everlasting reminiscence at the tips of our tongues.

In the days when we were together, you affected me with your laughter, and in the days when we were apart with love. Whether I take a stroll in the woods or meditate in the light, I feel as if I were always accompanied by you. I open think about you, all true facts of nature or the mind are related. It is not a philosophy, it is a fact. Facts fled before philosophy like frightened photographers in the forest. There is no sorrow I have thought more about than that, to love what is great, and try to reach it, and yet to fail. A man has no business to fail; least of all he expects others to have time to look back upon him or pity him if he sinks under stress.

I should open up my own way to the future, after all others are not mine. Oh, my dear god, it is you who gets me out of barriers in my heart. You are just like a candle, lighting up others, but dedicating yourself; I want to say the fire that lights up others will burn forever. You give others deep hope. Although the seasons change and time passes, you take care of the land seeing off the dusk and greeting the dawn.  Families are the most beautiful things in the entire World. One book about the good you have done is worth all the romances in the World.

In the journey of life, there have been many changes, but time after time, only one thing is inevitable, which is your love for us. If I was a poet, I would write impressive stories with great passion to you, about the vast ocean and vault of Heaven, and then present them to you, my erudite teacher. Your profound sight is collected in my heart; you are navigating for me with the light of life. Love is the business, the sole business of romances. That coarse touch is to my mind a recommendation; for it do always prove a story to be true.

Although suspense is the soul of narrative, the end, and the delivery of reader and writer alike, should not be dallied with. In novels, the most indifferent hero comes out right at last.  I can fix all of those lies. I run, but I am running to you. You will not see me cry, I am hiding inside. I am trying to make things right. My only dream is about you and I. All of the things that you desire I can make it so real. Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect, simply a confession of success. My loyalty is to you. If we were not afraid others would pick them up, there are many things that we would throw away, and love is eternal. We cannot toss it out like last night’s mule.

The moth that would not be burned must keep out of the flame. Our charge of love is great, and therefore cannot be thrown out. Never will I give my hand where my heart does not accompany it. It is more useful to go through life with common sense than with all the taste in the World. No bond unites congenial hearts more firmly than that of a common great aim. Since all human affairs are subject to organic disorder, even while we are talking and meditating about the Earth’s orbit and the solar system, what we feel and adjust our movements to is the stable Earth, and the changing day.