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 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 MullerOf these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.
Max MullerAnd if I were to ask myself from what literature we who have been nurtured almost exclusively on the thoughts of Greeks and Romans, and of the Semitic race, the Jewish, may draw the corrective which is most wanted in order to make our inner life more perfect, more comprehensive, more universal, in fact more truly human a life... again I should point to India.
Max Muller