In The Foothills Of The Himalayas, One

A Person Wrapped Up In Himself Makes A Small Package.

No One Can Be Wrong With Man And Right With God.

We Ask The Leaf, "are You Complete In Yourself?" And The Leaf Answers, "no, My Life Is In The Branches." We Ask The Branch, And The Branch Answers, "no My Life Is In The Root." We Ask The Root, And It Answers, "no My Life Is In The Trunk And The Branches And The Leaves. Keep The Branches Stripped Of Leaves, And I Shall Die," So It Is With The Great Tree Of Being. Nothing Is Completely And Merely Individual.

It Is Cynicism And Fear That Freeze Life; It Is Faith That Thaws It Out, Releases It, Sets It Free.

The Tragic Evils Of Our Life Are So Commonly Unintentional. We Did Not Start Out For That Poor, Cheap Goal. That Aim Was Not In Our Minds At All....look To The Road You Are Walking On. He Who Picks Up One End Of [a] Stick Picks Up The Other.he Who Chooses The Beginning Of A Road Chooses The Place It Leads To.