While the river of life glides along smoothly, it remains the same river; only the landscape on either bank seems to change. Max Muller bankchangeglide Change image and share on social
Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older. Max Muller advancefeltgrow Change image and share on social
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 buildchurchcross Change image and share on social
Childhood has its secrets and its mysteries; but who can tell or who can explain them! Max Muller childhoodexplainmystery Change image and share on social
A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love. Max Muller blossomflowerlive Change image and share on social
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 adambanishbegin share on social
The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up. Max Muller fillhidelove Change image and share on social
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 ceaseconcludedivine Change image and share on social
Would not the child's heart break in despair when the first cold storm of the world sweeps over it, if the warm sunlight of love from the eyes of mother and father did not shine upon him like the soft reflection of divine light and love? Max Muller breakchildcold share on social
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 astonishdeeplyknow share on social
