However ignorant man may be, he still feels within him his immortal spirit yearning after the unknown future.
Every man casts a shadow; not his body only, but his imperfectly mingled spirit. This is his grief. Let him turn which way he will, it falls opposite to the sun; short at noon, long at eve. Did you never see it?
Alone in the whole universe the spirit remains one and the same.[Во вселенной остается постоянным и неизменным один лишь дух.]