Every Life Has Its Years In Which

He Who Wishes To Put On The Yellow Dress Without Having Cleansed Himself From Sin, Who Disregards Temperance And Truth, Is Unworthy Of The Yellow Dress.

Whoever Knows It Also Knows That In Love There Is No More And No Less; But That He Who Loves Can Only Love With The Whole Heart, And With The Whole Soul; With All His Strength And With All His Will.

The First Pages Of Memory Are Like The Old Family Bible. The First Leaves Are Wholly Faded And Somewhat Soiled With Handling. But, When We Turn Further, And Come To The Chapters Where Adam And Eve Were Banished From Paradise, Then, All Begins To Grow Clear And Legible.

As A Tree, Even Though It Has Been Cut Down, Is Firm So Long As Its Root Is Safe, And Grows Again, Thus, Unless The Feeders Of Thirst Are Destroyed, The Pain (of Life) Will Return Again And Again.

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