While the river of life glides along smoothly, it remains the same river; only the landscape on either bank seems to change. Max Muller Change
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 Morning
Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older. Max Muller Sad
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 Alone