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Even In Heavenly Pleasures He Finds No Satisfaction, The Disciple Who Is Fully Awakened Delights Only In The Destruction Of All Desires.

He In Whom All This Is Destroyed, And Taken Out With The Very Root, He, When Freed From Hatred And Wise, Is Called Respectable.

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.

There Never Was A False God, Nor Was There Ever Really A False Religion, Unless You Call A Child A False Man.

That Deed Is Not Well Done Of Which A Man Must Repent, And The Reward Of Which He Receives Crying And With A Tearful Face.