Bad Deeds, And Deeds Hurtful To Ourselves,

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

He Who, By Causing Pain To Others, Wishes To Obtain Pleasure For Himself, He, Entangled In The Bonds Of Hatred, Will Never Be Free From Hatred.

Of These Years Nought Remains In Memory But The Sad Feeling That We Have Advanced And Only Grown Older.

And If I Were To Ask Myself From What Literature We Who Have Been Nurtured Almost Exclusively On The Thoughts Of Greeks And Romans, And Of The Semitic Race, The Jewish, May Draw The Corrective Which Is Most Wanted In Order To Make Our Inner Life More Perfect, More Comprehensive, More Universal, In Fact More Truly Human A Life... Again I Should Point To India.

How Mankind Defers From Day To Day The Best It Can Do, And The Most Beautiful Things It Can Enjoy, Without Thinking That Every Day May Be The Last One, And That Lost Time Is Lost Eternity!