He In Whom All This Is Destroyed,

An Evil Deed Is Better Left Undone, For A Man Repents Of It Afterwards; A Good Deed Is Better Done, For Having Done It, One Does Not Repent.

For Self Is The Lord Of Self, Self Is The Refuge Of Self; Therefore Curb Thyself As The Merchant Curbs A Good Horse.

The Scent Of Flowers Does Not Travel Against The Wind; But The Odor Of Good People Travels; Even Against The Wind: A Good Man Pervades Every Place.

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.

Not Far From Our House, And Opposite The Old Church With The Golden Cross, Stood A Large Building, Even Larger Than The Church, And Having Many Towers.