While The River Of Life Glides Along

The Morning Hour Has Gold At The Mouth.

And Then When All Around Grows Dark, When We Feel Utterly Alone, When All Men Right And Left Pass Us By And Know Us Not, A Forgotten Feeling Rises In The Breast.

He Who, By Causing Pain To Others, Wishes To Obtain Pleasure For Himself, He, Entangled In The Bonds Of Hatred, Will Never Be Free From Hatred.

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

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