It Is The Heart That Makes The

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.

A Flower Cannot Blossom Without Sunshine, And Man Cannot Live Without Love.

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.

Thus One Memory Follows Another Until The Waves Dash Together Over Our Heads, And A Deep Sigh Swells The Breast, Which Warns Us That We Have Forgotten To Breathe In The Midst Of These Pure Thoughts.

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.