Darkness Is Dawn Not Yet Born.

Yes, There Is A Nirvanah; It Is Leading Your Sheep To A Green Pasture, And In Putting Your Child To Sleep, And In Writing The Last Line Of Your Poem

We Choose Our Joys And Sorrows Long Before We Experience Them.

There Are Those Who Give And Know Not Pain In Giving, Nor Do They Seek Joy, Nor Give With Mindfulness Of Virtue; They Give As In Yonder Valley The Myrtle Breathes Its Fragrance Into Space.

You Are The Bows From Which Your Children As Living Arrows Are Sent Forth./the Archer Sees The Mark Upon The Path Of The Infinite, And He Bends You With His Might That His Arrows May Go Swift And Far.

The Lights Of Stars That Were Extinguished Ages Ago Still Reaches Us. So It Is With Great Men Who Died Centuries Ago, But Still Reach Us With The Radiations Of Their Personalities.