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
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
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
