Charity, Like The Sun, Brightens Every Object

Place Where Man Laughs, Sings, Picks Flowers, Chases Butterflies And Pets Birds, Makes Love With Maidens, And Plays With Children. Here He Spontaneously Reveals His Nature, The Base As Well As The Noble. Here Also He Buries His Sorrows And Difficulties And Cherishes His Ideals And Hopes. It Is In The Garden That Men Discover Themselves. Indeed One Discovers Not Only His Real Self But Also His Ideal Self?he Returns To His Youth. Inevitably The Garden Is Made The Scene Of Man's Merriment, Escapades, Romantic Abandonment, Spiritual Awakening Or The Perfection Of His Finer Self.

In A State, Pecuniary Gain Is Not To Be Considered To Be Prosperity, But Its Prosperity Will Be Found In Righteousness.

He Who Remembers From Day To Day What He Has Yet To Learn, And From Month To Month What He Has Learned Already, May Be Said To Have A Love Of Learning.

Ah, Music, Sacred Tongue Of God! I Hear Thee Calling And I Come.

The Gods Should Certainly Be Revered, But Kept At A Distance... . The Way Is Not Beyond Man; He Who Creates A Way Outside Of Man Cannot Make It A True Way. A Good Man Is Content With Changing Man, And That Is Enough For Him.