I Believe I Can Even Yet Remember

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.

I Know Well There Is No Comfort For This Pain Of Parting. The Wound Always Remains, But One Learns To Bear The Pain, And Learns To Thank God For What He Gave. For The Beautiful Memories Of The Past, And The Yet More Beautiful Hope For The Future.

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.

All Ancient Books Which Have Once Been Called Sacred By Man, Will Have Their Lasting Place In The History Of Mankind, And Those Who Possess The Courage, The Perseverance, And The Self-denial Of The True Miner, And Of The True Scholar, Will Find Even In The Darkest And Dustiest Shafts What They Are Seeking For,-real Nuggets Of Thought, And Precious Jewels Of Faith And Hope.