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Every Mind Has Its Particular Standard Of Good And Bad, And Of Right And Wrong. This Standard Is Made By What One Has Experienced Through Life, By What One Has Seen Or Heard; It Also Depends Upon One's Belief In A Certain Religion, One's Birth In A Certain Nation And Origin In A Certain Race. But What Can Really Be Called Good Or Bad, Right Or Wrong, Is What Comforts The Mind And What Causes It Discomfort. It Is Not True, Although It Appears So, That It Is Discomfort That Causes Wrongdoing. In Reality, It Is Wrongdoing Which Causes Discomfort, And It Is Right-doing Which Gives Comfort.

What A Great Thing Is Understanding! It Is Priceless. No Man Can Give Greater Pleasure To His Fellow Man Than By Understanding Him.

The Mystery Of Sound Is Mysticism; The Harmony Of Life Is Religion. The Knowledge Of Vibrations Is Metaphysics, The Analysis Of Atoms Is Science, And Their Harmonious Grouping Is Art. The Rhythm Of Form Is Poetry, And The Rhythm Of Sound Is Music. This Shows That Music Is The Art Of Arts And The Science Of Allsciences; And It Contains The Fountain Of All Knowledge Within Itself.

While People Judge Others From Their Own Moral Standpoint, The Wise Person Looks Also At The Point Of View Of Another.

A Person However Learned And Qualified In His Life's Work In Whom Gratitude Is Absent, Is Devoid Of That Beauty Of Character Which Makes Personality Fragrant.