#max müller

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A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.

花は太陽なしでは花を咲かせられず、人は愛なしでは生きられない。

Max Müller マックス・ミューラー　

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Max Müller. A successful fighter pilot. He earned the Military Max Joseph Order, which is the highest award of the Kingdom Bavaria. Max was a native Bavarian and from then on he was allowed to call himself Max Ritter von Müller.

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Campingsex - Guten Morgen

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Max Müller notices the cameraman (and gives him a trollface)

MUTTER live at Insel, Berlin, 15.4.1997 filmed by Jörg Buttgereit

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There will be and can be no rest till we admit, what cannot be denied, that there is in man a third faculty, which I call simply the faculty of apprehending the Infinite, not only in religion, but in all things; a power independent of sense and reason, a power in a certain sense contradicted by sense and reason; but yet, I suppose, a very real power, if we see how it has held its own from the beginning of the world — how neither sense nor reason has been able to overcome it, while it alone is able to overcome both reason and sense.

Max Müller

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"La opinión de Max Müller de que la mitología era una 'enfermedad del lenguaje' puede ya abandonarse sin remordimientos. La mitología no es ninguna enfermedad, aunque, como todas las cosas humanas, puede enfermar. De igual modo podría decirse que el pensamiento es una enfermedad de la mente. Estaría más cerca de la verdad decir que las lenguas, en particular los modernos idiomas europeos, son una enfermedad de la mitología."

Sobre los cuentos de hadas en Cuentos desde El Reino Peligroso de J. R. R. Tolkien

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“I felt that we belonged to each other, be it as brother and sister, as parent and child, as bridegroom and bride,—that we must now and for ever remain undivided. It was only needful to find the right name for that which in our stammering language we call love.

‘Thy elder brother I would be, Thy father—anything to thee.’

It was this anything for which a name must be found; for the world, once for all, will acknowledge nothing without a name... Why should we try to understand all that passes in the souls of men, when everything in ourselves is so incomprehensible?”

–F. Max Müller, Deutsche Liebe (1884)