Max Muller Quotes - Page 3

Bad deeds, and deeds hurtful to ourselves, are easy to do; what is beneficial and good, that is very difficult to do.

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

Every life has its years in which one progresses as on a tedious and dusty street of poplars, without caring to know where he is.

It is the heart that makes the critic, not the nose.

If an earnest person has roused himself, if he is not forgetful, if his deeds are pure, if he acts with consideration, if he restrains himself, and lives according to law,then his glory will increase.

Would not the child's heart break in despair when the first cold storm of the world sweeps over it, if the warm sunlight of love from the eyes of mother and father did not shine upon him like the soft reflection of divine light and love?

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

An evil deed is better left undone, for a man repents of it afterwards; a good deed is better done, for having done it, one does not repent.

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, then, all begins to grow clear and legible.

He in whom all this is destroyed, and taken out with the very root, he, when freed from hatred and wise, is called respectable.

When the evil deed, after it has become known, brings sorrow to the fool, then it destroys his bright lot, nay, it cleaves his head.

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

What ought to be done is neglected, what ought not to be done is done; the desires of unruly, thoughtless people are always increasing.

I was shortly again at the castle, and the Princess gave me her hand to kiss and then brought her children, the young princes and princesses, and we played together, as if we had known each other for years.

Yes, now I understood for the first time that my soul was not so poor and empty as it had seemed to me, and that it had been only the sun that was lacking to open all its germs, and buds to the light.

That is the returning to God which in reality is never concluded on earth but yet leaves behind in the soul a divine home sickness, which never again ceases.

The gospel is the fulfillment of all hopes, the perfection of all philosophy, the interpretation of all revelation, the key to all the seeming contradictions of the physical and moral world.

For self is the lord of self, self is the refuge of self; therefore curb thyself as the merchant curbs a good horse.

Thus one memory follows another until the waves dash together over our heads, and a deep sigh swells the breast, which warns us that we have forgotten to breathe in the midst of these pure thoughts.

That deed is not well done of which a man must repent, and the reward of which he receives crying and with a tearful face.

He who wishes to put on the yellow dress without having cleansed himself from sin, who disregards temperance and truth, is unworthy of the yellow dress.