The Scent Of Flowers Does Not Travel

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.

Would Not The Child's Heart Break In Despair When The First Cold Storm Of The World Sweeps Over It, If The Warm Sunlight Of Love From The Eyes Of Mother And Father Did Not Shine Upon Him Like The Soft Reflection Of Divine Light And Love?

The Person Who Knows Only One Religion Does Not Know Any Religion.

Hunger Is The Worst Of Diseases, The Body The Greatest Of Pains; If One Knows This Truly, That Is Nirv?na, The Highest Happiness.

Soon The Child Learns That There Are Strangers, And Ceases To Be A Child.