Max Muller
Max Muller
Friedrich Max Müller, generally known as Max Müller, was a German-born philologist and Orientalist, who lived and studied in Britain for most of his life. He was one of the founders of the western academic field of Indian studies and the discipline of comparative religion. Müller wrote both scholarly and popular works on the subject of Indology. The Sacred Books of the East, a 50-volume set of English translations, was prepared under his direction. He also promoted the idea of...
NationalityGerman
ProfessionNon-Fiction Author
Date of Birth6 December 1823
CountryGermany
The person who knows only one religion does not know any religion.
To me this technical acceptation seems not applicable here, where we have to deal with the simplest moral precepts, and not with psychological niceties of Buddhist philosophy.
Christianity is a missionary religion, converting, advancing, aggressive, encompassing the world; a non-missionary church is in the bands of death.
What ought to be done is neglected, what ought not to be done is done; the desires of unruly, thoughtless people are always increasing.
Even a good man sees evil days, as long as his good deed has not ripened; but when his good deed has ripened, then does the good man see happy days.
If I were asked under what sky the human mind has most fully developed some of its choicest gifts, has most deeply pondered on the greatest problems of life, and has found solutions, I should point to India.
Is it sin, which makes the worm a chrysalis, and the chrysalis a butterfly, and the butterfly dust?
As a tree, even though it has been cut down, is firm so long as its root is safe, and grows again, thus, unless the feeders of thirst are destroyed, the pain (of life) will return again and again.
The morning hour has gold at the mouth.
Language is the Rubicon that divides man from beast.
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.
Not far from our house, and opposite the old church with the golden cross, stood a large building, even larger than the church, and having many towers.
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.
It smote me to the heart that I had found no one in all the world who loved me more than all others.