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 breastbreathedash Change image and share on social
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 caredustylife Change image and share on social
I believe I can even yet remember when I saw the stars for the first time. Max Muller rememberstartime Change image and share on social
