In Ancient Times The Greatest Of The

Each Individual Composes The Music Of His Own Life. If He Injures Another, He Brings Disharmony. When His Sphere Is Disturbed, He Is Disturbed Himself, And There Is A Discord In The Melody Of His Life. If He Can Quicken The Feeling Of Another To Joy Or To Gratitude, By That Much He Adds To His Own Life; He Becomes Himself By That Much More Alive. Whether Conscious Of It Or Not, His Thought Is Affected For The Better By The Joy Or Gratitude Of Another, And His Power And Vitality Increase Thereby, And The Music Of His Life Grows More In Harmony.

Self-pity Is The Worst Poverty. When A Person Says, 'i Am...' With Pity, Before He Has Said Anything More He Has Diminished Himself To Half Of What He Is; And What Is Said Further, Diminishes Him Totally; Nothing More Of Him Is Left Afterwards.

The Voice Is Not Only Indicative Of Man's Character, But It Is The Expression Of His Spirit. Other Sounds Can Be Louder Than The Voice, But No Sound Can Be More Living.

There Is Nothing In The World That Does Not Speak To Us. Everything And Everybody Reveals Its Own Nature, Character And Secrets Continuously. The More Open Our Inner Senses, The More We Understand The Voice Of Everything.

Mastery Lies Not Merely In Stilling The Mind, But In Directing It Towards Whatever Point We Desire, In Allowing It To Be Active As Far As We Wish, In Using It To Fulfill Our Purpose, In Causing It To Be Still When We Want To Still It. He Who Has Come To This Has Created His Heaven Within Himself; He Has No Need To Wait For A Heaven In The Hereafter, For He Has Produced It Within His Own Mind Now.