The Person Who Knows Only One Religion

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.

I Know Well There Is No Comfort For This Pain Of Parting. The Wound Always Remains, But One Learns To Bear The Pain, And Learns To Thank God For What He Gave. For The Beautiful Memories Of The Past, And The Yet More Beautiful Hope For The Future.

The First Pages Of Memory Are Like The Old Family Bible. The First Leaves Are Wholly Faded And Somewhat Soiled With Handling. But, When We Turn Further, And Come To The Chapters Where Adam And Eve Were Banished From Paradise, Then, All Begins To Grow Clear And Legible.

The Vedic Literature Opens To Us A Chapter In What Has Been Called The Education Of The Human Race To Which We Can Find No Parallel Anywhere Else.

Self Is The Lord Of Self, Who Else Could Be The Lord?.