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If People But Knew Their Own Religion, How Tolerant They Would Become, And How Free From Any Grudge Against The Religion Of Others.

The Whole Of Life Is As Music And In Order To Study Life We Must Study It As Music. It Is Not Only Study, It Is Also Practice Which Makes Man Perfect. If Someone Tells Me That A Certain Person Is Miserable Or Wretched Or Distressed, My Answer Will Be That He Is Out Of Tune.

Before Making Peace, War Is Necessary, And That War Must Be Made With Our Self. Our Worst Enemy Is Our Self: Our Faults, Our Weaknesses, Our Limitations. And Our Mind Is Such A Traitor! What Does It? It Covers Our Faults Even From Our Own Eyes, And Points Out To Us The Reason For All Our Difficulties: Others! So It Constantly Deludes Us, Keeping Us Unaware Of The Real Enemy, And Pushes Us Towards Those Others To Fight Them, Showing Them To Us As Our Enemies.

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.

What One Really Wants Is Attracted By One, And One Is Attracted By What One Wants.