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 beautifuldaydefer Change image and share on social
Is it sin, which makes the worm a chrysalis, and the chrysalis a butterfly, and the butterfly dust? Max Muller butterflychrysalisdust Change image and share on social
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 findheartlove Change image and share on social
Whoever knows it also knows that in love there is no More and no Less; but that he who loves can only love with the whole heart, and with the whole soul; with all his strength and with all his will. Max Muller heartlovesoul Change image and share on social
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 creatorcreaturedivine share on social
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 airbookhappy Change image and share on social
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 bringcastlechild share on social
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
Soon the child learns that there are strangers, and ceases to be a child. Max Muller ceasechildlearn Change image and share on social
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 breastdarkfeel Change image and share on social
