For Self Is The Lord Of Self,

Hunger Is The Worst Of Diseases, The Body The Greatest Of Pains; If One Knows This Truly, That Is Nirv?na, The Highest Happiness.

What Is Emitted From The Divine, Though It Be Only Like The Reflection From The Fire, Still Has The Divine Reality In Itself, And One Might Almost Ask What Were The Fire Without Glow, The Sun Without Light, Or The Creator Without The Creature?

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

Of These Years Nought Remains In Memory But The Sad Feeling That We Have Advanced And Only Grown Older.

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