He In Whom All This Is Destroyed,

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.

For Self Is The Lord Of Self, Self Is The Refuge Of Self; Therefore Curb Thyself As The Merchant Curbs A Good Horse.

A Man Is Not Learned Because He Talks Much; He Who Is Patient, Free From Hatred And Fear, He Is Called Learned.

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.

There Never Was A False God, Nor Was There Ever Really A False Religion, Unless You Call A Child A False Man.