Max Muller

Max Muller

Friedrich Max Müller (6 December 1823 – 28 October 1900), generally known as Max Müller, was a German-born philologist and Orientalist, who lived and studied in Britain for most of his life. He was one of the founders of the western academic field of Indian studies and the discipline of comparative religion.

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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.

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

Soon the child learns that there are strangers, and ceases to be a child.

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.

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.

Yes now I understood for the first time that my soul was not so poor and empty as it had seemed to me and that it had been only the sun that was lacking to open all its germs and buds to the light.

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.

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.

Childhood has its secrets and its mysteries, but who can tell or who can explain them!

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.

I was so astonished that another had penetrated so deeply into the secrets of my soul and that he knew what I did not know myself that when I recovered from it he had already been long upon the street.

While the river of life glides along smoothly it remains the same river, only the landscape on either bank seems to change.

The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.

It smote me to the heart that I had found no one in all the world who loved me more than all others.

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.

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.

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?

Is it sin which makes the worm a chrysalis and the chrysalis a butterfly and the butterfly dust?

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!

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