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

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

— Max Muller

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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

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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

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

— Max Muller

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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

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Yes, now I understood for the first time that my soul was not so poor and empty as it had seemed to me, and that it had been only the sun that was lacking to open all its germs, and buds to the light. ↗

— Max Muller

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