Author: Max Muller

Quotes

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

- Max Muller

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

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

- Max Muller

The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.

The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.

- 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.

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

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

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

- Max Muller

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