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. – 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
Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older. – Max Muller
A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love. – Max Muller
And this prime hour of fragrance is the hour so many miss upon beds of sloth, never half knowing what a beautiful, marvellous world is around them. Not all the long hours of day can possibly bring back again the charm and blessedness of this, either to the body or to the soul. – Sarah Smiley