It Is The Heart That Makes The

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.

If I Were Asked Under What Sky The Human Mind Has Most Fully Developed Some Of Its Choicest Gifts, Has Most Deeply Pondered On The Greatest Problems Of Life, And Has Found Solutions, I Should Point To India.

Childhood Has Its Secrets And Its Mysteries; But Who Can Tell Or Who Can Explain Them!

Would Not The Child's Heart Break In Despair When The First Cold Storm Of The World Sweeps Over It, If The Warm Sunlight Of Love From The Eyes Of Mother And Father Did Not Shine Upon Him Like The Soft Reflection Of Divine Light And Love?

The Evil-doer Mourns In The Next; He Mourns In Both. He Mourns And Suffers When He Sees The Evil Of His Own Work.