Victory Breeds Hatred, For The Conquered Is

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

All Ancient Books Which Have Once Been Called Sacred By Man, Will Have Their Lasting Place In The History Of Mankind, And Those Who Possess The Courage, The Perseverance, And The Self-denial Of The True Miner, And Of The True Scholar, Will Find Even In The Darkest And Dustiest Shafts What They Are Seeking For,-real Nuggets Of Thought, And Precious Jewels Of Faith And Hope.

Every Life Has Its Years In Which One Progresses As On A Tedious And Dusty Street Of Poplars, Without Caring To Know Where He Is.

And Then When All Around Grows Dark, When We Feel Utterly Alone, When All Men Right And Left Pass Us By And Know Us Not, A Forgotten Feeling Rises In The Breast.

To Me This Technical Acceptation Seems Not Applicable Here, Where We Have To Deal With The Simplest Moral Precepts, And Not With Psychological Niceties Of Buddhist Philosophy.