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