For Self Is The Lord Of Self,

Victory Breeds Hatred, For The Conquered Is Unhappy.

Childhood Has Its Secrets And Its Mysteries; But Who Can Tell Or Who Can Explain Them!

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.

I Spend My Happiest Hours In Reading Vedantic Books. They Are To Me Like The Light Of The Morning, Like The Pure Air Of The Mountains - So Simple, So True, If Once Understood.

The Gospel Is The Fulfillment Of All Hopes, The Perfection Of All Philosophy, The Interpretation Of All Revelation, The Key To All The Seeming Contradictions Of The Physical And Moral World.