Death Is The Tax The Soul Has

Very Often In Everyday Life One Sees That By Losing One's Temper With Someone Who Has Already Lost His, One Does Not Gain Anything But Only Sets Out Upon The Path Of Stupidity. He Who Has Enough Self-control To Stand Firm At The Moment When The Other Person Is In A Temper, Wins In The End. It Is Not He Who Has Spoken A Hundred Words Aloud Who Has Won; It Is He Who Has Perhaps Spoken Only One Word.

He Who Sincerely Seeks His Real Purpose In Life Is Himself Sought By That Purpose. As He Concentrates On That Search A Light Begins To Clear His Confusion, Call It Revelation, Call It Inspiration, Call It What You Will. It Is Mistrust That Misleads. Sincerity Leads Straight To The Goal.

If Someone Strikes My Heart, It Does Not Break, But It Bursts, And The Flame Coming Out Of It Becomes A Torch On My Path.

If There Is Such A Thing As Saintly Renunciation, It Is Renouncing Small Gains For Better Gains; Not For No Gains, But Seeing With Open Eyes What Is Better And What Is Inferior. Even If The Choice Has To Lie Between Two Momentary Gains, One Of These Would Always Be Found To Be More Real And Lasting; That Is The One That Should Be Followed For The Time.

The Gardener Uses Both Roses In The Flowerbed And Thorns In Making Fences.