Endurance Is The Free Companion Of Sorrow,

Theosophy Blesses The World; Theology Is Its Curse.

"true Science Has No Belief," Says Dr. Fenwick, In Bulwer-lytton's 'strange Story;' "true Science Knows But Three States Of Mind: Denial, Conviction, And The Vast Interval Between The Two, Which Is Not Belief, But The Suspension Of Judgment." Such, Perhaps, Was True Science In Dr. Fenwick's Days. But The True Science Of Our Modern Times Proceeds Otherwise; It Either Denies Point-blank, Without Any Preliminary Investigation, Or Sits In The Interim, Between Denial And Conviction, And, Dictionary In Hand, Invents New Graeco-latin Appellations For Non-existing Kinds Of Hysteria!

People Keep Repeating That The Main Things Are Love And Compassion. Certainly Love And Compassion Are The Main Things, But It Takes Knowledge To Make Love And Compassion Fruitful. ... It Takes Just A Second To Say 'love'. But To Acquire Knowledge For The Well-being And Blessing Of Humanity Requires An Eternity.

A Solitary Ascetic Is A Symbol Of The Most Cowardly Egotism; A Hermit Who Flees From His Brothers Instead Of Helping Them To Carry The Burden Of Life, To Work For Others, And To Put Their Shoulders To The Wheel Of Social Life, Is A Coward Who Hides Himself When The Battle Is On, And Goes To Sleep Drunk On An Opiate.

Endurance Is The Free Companion Of Sorrow, And Patience Her Master.