There Is No Book In The World

While The River Of Life Glides Along Smoothly, It Remains The Same River; Only The Landscape On Either Bank Seems To Change.

Not Far From Our House, And Opposite The Old Church With The Golden Cross, Stood A Large Building, Even Larger Than The Church, And Having Many Towers.

I Believe I Can Even Yet Remember When I Saw The Stars For The First Time.

As A Tree, Even Though It Has Been Cut Down, Is Firm So Long As Its Root Is Safe, And Grows Again, Thus, Unless The Feeders Of Thirst Are Destroyed, The Pain (of Life) Will Return Again And Again.

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