Family

"The flower is developed by sunlight, the human soul by love. He whose neck has never been clasped by the hand of a child, who has never heard a child's lips say, "Father," who has never trembled in the shadow of death for a child, who has never bowed his soul to God in thanksgiving for the survival of a child, such a man has received a fragment of the world of feeling. His life on earth, however luxurious the train he rode, - he rode in a tunnel."