For Self Is The Lord Of Self,

Samskrit Is The Greatest Language Of The World.

The Evil Done By Oneself, Self-begotten, Self-bred, Crushes The Foolish, As A Diamond Breaks A Precious Stone.

It Smote Me To The Heart That I Had Found No One In All The World Who Loved Me More Than All Others.

What Ought To Be Done Is Neglected, What Ought Not To Be Done Is Done; The Desires Of Unruly, Thoughtless People Are Always Increasing.

It Is The Heart That Makes The Critic, Not The Nose.