I Spend My Happiest Hours In Reading

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 Scent Of Flowers Does Not Travel Against The Wind; But The Odor Of Good People Travels; Even Against The Wind: A Good Man Pervades Every Place.

For Self Is The Lord Of Self, Self Is The Refuge Of Self; Therefore Curb Thyself As The Merchant Curbs A Good Horse.

He Who, Though Dressed In Fine Apparel, Exercises Tranquillity, Is Quiet, Subdued, Restrained, Chaste, And Has Ceased To Find Fault With All Other Beings, He Indeed Is An Ascetic.

Whoever Knows It Also Knows That In Love There Is No More And No Less; But That He Who Loves Can Only Love With The Whole Heart, And With The Whole Soul; With All His Strength And With All His Will.