Bad Deeds, And Deeds Hurtful To Ourselves,

I Was Shortly Again At The Castle, And The Princess Gave Me Her Hand To Kiss And Then Brought Her Children, The Young Princes And Princesses, And We Played Together, As If We Had Known Each Other For Years.

He Who, By Causing Pain To Others, Wishes To Obtain Pleasure For Himself, He, Entangled In The Bonds Of Hatred, Will Never Be Free From Hatred.

It Is The Heart That Makes The Critic, Not The Nose.

What Is Emitted From The Divine, Though It Be Only Like The Reflection From The Fire, Still Has The Divine Reality In Itself, And One Might Almost Ask What Were The Fire Without Glow, The Sun Without Light, Or The Creator Without The Creature?

The Scent Of Flowers Does Not Travel Against The Wind; But The Odor Of Good People Travels; Even Against The Wind: A Good Man Pervades Every Place.