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 Read Quote
Childhood has its secrets and its mysteries; but who can tell or who can explain them! Max Muller Read Quote
Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older. Max Muller Read Quote
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 Read Quote
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 Read Quote
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 Read Quote
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 Read Quote
