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,… — Max Muller Copy Share Image
In order to discover truth, we must be truthful ourselves, and must welcome those who point out our errors as heartily as those who… — Max Muller Copy Share Image
Bad deeds, and deeds hurtful to ourselves, are easy to do; what is beneficial and good, that is very difficult to do. — Max Muller Copy Share Image
To me this technical acceptation seems not applicable here, where we have to deal with the simplest moral precepts, and not with psychological niceties… — Max Muller Copy Share Image
The translation of the Veda will hereafter tell to a great extent on the fate of India and on the growth of millions of… — Max Muller Copy Share Image
The evil-doer mourns in the next; he mourns in both. He mourns and suffers when he sees the evil of his own work. — Max Muller Copy Share Image
I was so astonished that another had penetrated so deeply into the secrets of my soul, and that he knew what I did not… — Max Muller Copy Share Image
Even in heavenly pleasures he finds no satisfaction, the disciple who is fully awakened delights only in the destruction of all desires. — Max Muller Copy Share Image
The scent of flowers does not travel against the wind; but the odor of good people travels; even against the wind: a good man… — Max Muller Copy Share Image
What ought to be done is neglected, what ought not to be done is done; the desires of unruly, thoughtless people are always increasing. — Max Muller Copy Share Image
He who wishes to put on the yellow dress without having cleansed himself from sin, who disregards temperance and truth, is unworthy of the… — Max Muller Copy Share Image
I spend my happiest hours in reading Vedantic books. They are to me like the light of the morning, like the pure air of… — Max Muller Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
