Max Muller

A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.
Max Muller

And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men right and left pass us by and know us not, a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.
Max Muller

Childhood has its secrets and its mysteries; but who can tell or who can explain them!
Max Muller

Every life has its years in which one progresses as on a tedious and dusty street of poplars, without caring to know where he is.
Max Muller

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!
Max Muller

I believe I can even yet remember when I saw the stars for the first time.
Max Muller

I spend my happiest hours in reading Vedantic books. They are to me like the light of the morning, like the pure air of the mountains - so simple, so true, if once understood.
Max Muller

I was shortly again at the castle, and the Princess gave me her hand to kiss and then brought her children, the young princes and princesses, and we played together, as if we had known each other for years.
Max Muller

I was so astonished that another had penetrated so deeply into the secrets of my soul, and that he knew what I did not know myself, that when I recovered from it he had already been long upon the street.
Max Muller

Is it sin, which makes the worm a chrysalis, and the chrysalis a butterfly, and the butterfly dust?
Max Muller

It smote me to the heart that I had found no one in all the world who loved me more than all others.
Max Muller

Not far from our house, and opposite the old church with the golden cross, stood a large building, even larger than the church, and having many towers.
Max Muller

Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.
Max Muller

Soon the child learns that there are strangers, and ceases to be a child.
Max Muller

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.
Max Muller

The first pages of memory are like the old family Bible. The first leaves are wholly faded and somewhat soiled with handling. But, when we turn further, and come to the chapters where Adam and Eve were banished from Paradise, then, all begins to grow clear and legible.
Max Muller

The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.
Max Muller

Thus one memory follows another until the waves dash together over our heads, and a deep sigh swells the breast, which warns us that we have forgotten to breathe in the midst of these pure thoughts.
Max Muller

What is emitted from the divine, though it be only like the reflection from the fire, still has the divine reality in itself, and one might almost ask what were the fire without glow, the sun without light, or the Creator without the creature?
Max Muller

While the river of life glides along smoothly, it remains the same river; only the landscape on either bank seems to change.
Max Muller

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