We Seem Never To Know What Any

Know Thou The Self (spirit) As Riding In A Chariot, The Body As The Chariot. Know Thou The Intellect As The Chariot-driver, And The Mind As The Reins. The Senses, They Say, Are The Horses; The Objects Of Sense, What They Range Over. The Self Combined With Senses And Mind Wise Men Call "the Enjoyer.

War Is A Series Of Catastrophes Which Result In Victory.

We Are All Naturally Seekers Of Wonders. We Travel Far To See The Majesty Of Old Ruins, The Venerable Forms Of The Hoary Mountains, Great Waterfalls, And Galleries Of Art. And Yet The World's Wonder Is All Around Us; The Wonder Of Setting Suns, And Evening Stars, Of The Magic Spring-time, The Blossoming Of The Trees, The Strange Transformations Of The Moth...

The Eyes Of The Cheerful And Of The Melancholy Man Are Fixed Upon The Same Creation; But Very Different Are The Aspects Which It Bears To Them.

Man Is Encompassed With A Dome Of Incomprehensible Wonders. In Him And About Him Is That Which Should Fill His Life With Majesty And Sacredness. Something Of Sublimity And Sanctity Has Thus Flashed Down From Heaven Into The Heart Of Every One That Lives.