Quote by Max Muller
That is the returning to God which in reality is never concluded o

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

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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! – Max Muller

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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

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

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Those men are most apt to be obsequious and conciliating abroad, who are under the discipline of shrews at home. – Washington Irving

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Stand-up is like a movie every night. You write it, direct it, produce it, the audience votes, and you go home. Theres nothing more satisfying. – Elayne Boosler

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I love my parents. But Im almost 28 and its not fun to be asked, What are you doing today? What do you want for dinner? When are you going to be home? It just makes you feel like a kid. Its this juxtaposition of feeling annoyed and really lucky to have people who love you so much. – Jonah Hill

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When you have the paparazzi hiding in the bushes outside your home, the only thing you can control is how you respond publicly. – Portia de Rossi

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