“ A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love. ”
The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.
~ Max Muller
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.
Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.
I believe I can even yet remember when I saw the stars for the first time.
