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
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
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
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
But real action is in silent moments. The epochs of our life are not in the visible facts of our choice of a calling, our marriage, our acquisition of an office, and the like, but in a silent thought by the wayside as we walk; in a thought which revises our entire manner of life, and says, – Ralph Waldo Emerson