Concerning the gods, I have no means of knowing whether they exist or not or of what sort they may be. Many things prevent knowledge including the obscurity of the subject and the brevity of human life.
The love of a teacher is like drops of dew, which can revive even a withered soul; the love of a teacher is like a warm spring breeze, which can melt even frozen emotions.
Man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, emerges ahead of his accomplishments.