Quotes by : Max Muller

The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.

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

And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men right and left pass us....

I believe I can even yet remember when I saw the stars for the first time.

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

I spend my happiest hours in reading Vedantic books. They are to me like the light of the morning, like....

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