He Who Once Burns His Mouth On

The Whole Of Life Is As Music And In Order To Study Life We Must Study It As Music. It Is Not Only Study, It Is Also Practice Which Makes Man Perfect. If Someone Tells Me That A Certain Person Is Miserable Or Wretched Or Distressed, My Answer Will Be That He Is Out Of Tune.

We Grown-up People Think That We Appreciate Music, But If We Realized The Sense That An Infant Has Brought With It Of Appreciating Sound And Rhythm, We Would Never Boast Of Knowing Music. The Infant Is Music Itself.

Life Is A Symphony, And The Action Of Every Person In This Life Is The Playing Of His Particular Part In The Music.

As Long As In Love There Is "you" And "me," Love Is Not Fully Kindled.

Mastery Lies Not Merely In Stilling The Mind, But In Directing It Towards Whatever Point We Desire, In Allowing It To Be Active As Far As We Wish, In Using It To Fulfill Our Purpose, In Causing It To Be Still When We Want To Still It. He Who Has Come To This Has Created His Heaven Within Himself; He Has No Need To Wait For A Heaven In The Hereafter, For He Has Produced It Within His Own Mind Now.