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Danh ngôn của Max Muller (Sứ mệnh: 2)

A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.
And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men right and left pass us by and know us not, a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.
I believe I can even yet remember when I saw the stars for the first time.
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.
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 spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.
Whoever knows it also knows that in love there is no More and no Less; but that he who loves can only love with the whole heart, and with the whole soul; with all his strength and with all his will.