I Believe I Can Even Yet Remember

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.

The Wise Who Control Their Body, Who Control Their Tongue, The Wise Who Control Their Mind, Are Indeed Well Controlled.

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.

Bad Deeds, And Deeds Hurtful To Ourselves, Are Easy To Do; What Is Beneficial And Good, That Is Very Difficult To Do.

That Is The Returning To God Which In Reality Is Never Concluded On Earth But Yet Leaves Behind In The Soul A Divine Home Sickness, Which Never Again Ceases.