I was so astonished that another had penetrated so deeply into the secrets of my soul, and that he knew what I… — Max Muller Copy Share Image
Even a good man sees evil days, as long as his good deed has not ripened; but when his good deed has… — Max Muller Copy Share Image
As a tree, even though it has been cut down, is firm so long as its root is safe, and grows again,… — 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
