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 MullerI 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 MullerThus 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 MullerNot 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