He In Whom All This Is Destroyed,

Hunger Is The Worst Of Diseases, The Body The Greatest Of Pains; If One Knows This Truly, That Is Nirv?na, The Highest Happiness.

If I Were Asked Under What Sky The Human Mind Has Most Fully Developed Some Of Its Choicest Gifts, Has Most Deeply Pondered On The Greatest Problems Of Life, And Has Found Solutions, I Should Point To India.

Self Is The Lord Of Self, Who Else Could Be The Lord?.

And Then When All Around Grows Dark, When We Feel Utterly Alone, When All Men Right And Left Pass Us By And Know Us Not, A Forgotten Feeling Rises In The Breast.

Is It Sin, Which Makes The Worm A Chrysalis, And The Chrysalis A Butterfly, And The Butterfly Dust?