A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love. – Max Muller
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. – Max Muller
While the river of life glides along smoothly, it remains the same river only the landscape on either bank seems to change. – Max Muller
That is the returning to God which in reality is never concluded on earth but yet leaves behind in the soul a divine home sickness, which never again ceases. – Max Muller