Childhood has its secrets and its mysteries; but who can tell or who can explain them!

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• Max Muller:

  Every life has its years in which one progresses as on a tedious and dusty street of poplars, witho

• Max Muller:

  How mankind defers from day to day the best it can do, and the most beautiful things it can enjoy,

• Max Muller:

  I believe I can even yet remember when I saw the stars for the first time.

• Max Muller:

  I spend my happiest hours in reading Vedantic books. They are to me like the light of the morning,

• Max Muller:

  I was shortly again at the castle, and the Princess gave me her hand to kiss and then brought her c

• Max Muller:

  I was so astonished that another had penetrated so deeply into the secrets of my soul, and that he

• Max Muller:

  Is it sin, which makes the worm a chrysalis, and the chrysalis a butterfly, and the butterfly dust?

• Max Muller:

  It smote me to the heart that I had found no one in all the world who loved me more than all others

• Max Muller:

  Not far from our house, and opposite the old church with the golden cross, stood a large building,

• Max Muller:

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