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