Memories: A Story of German Love

“نحن نجهل إلى أي العوالم يمضي بنا هذا الرسولالليلي حينما نستسلم له بعيون مغمضة وليس من يتكفل بفتحها في الغد ليعيدناإلى يقظة العمر. لقد تعلق الإنسان بأهداب الشجاعة والإيمان يوم تلقاه الصديقالمجهول فنومه النومة الأولى، ولولا ما فطرنا عليه من ثقة وامتثال لأبى الواحد منا،رغم التعب والنصب، أن يغمض عينيه بمحض إرادته ويدخل مملكة النوم. إنما هماالضعف والشقاء تشتد علينا وطأتهما فنلجأ إلى قوة عليا ونرضخ للنظام البديعالنافذ في جميع الكائنات، فنسعد إبان الرقاد بحل الروابط التي تقيد ذاتنا الأبديةالخالدة بذاتنا الأرضية الزائلة””

— F. Max Müller

“He only shows mankind how beautiful everything is which man's hand has not yet spoiled or broken.””

— F. Max Müller

“Thus every evening brought its new conversation, and with each evening, some new phase of her fathomless mind disclosed itself. She kept no secret from me. Her talk was only thinking and feeling aloud, and what she said must have dwelt with her many long years, for she poured out her thoughts as freely as a child that picks its lap full of flowers and then sprinkles them upon the grass. I could not disclose my soul to her as freely as she did to me, and this oppressed and pained me. Yet how few can, with those continual deceptions imposed upon us by society, called manners, politeness, consideration, prudence, and worldly wisdom, which make our entire life a masquerade! How few, even when they would, can regain the complete truth of their existence! Love itself dares not speak its own language and maintain its own silence, but must learn the set phrases of the poet and idealize, sigh and flirt instead of freely greeting, beholding and surrendering itself, I would most gladly have confessed and said to her:"You know me not," but I found that the words were not wholly true.””

— F. Max Müller

“He who seeks beauty will eventually find it, and discover that the Persians are not entirely deceived in their Hafiz, nor the Hindoos in their Kalidasa.””

— F. Max Müller