It smote me to the heart that I had found no one in all the world who loved me more than all others.

Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.

The person who knows only one religion does not know any religion.

Every life has its years in which one progresses as on a tedious and dusty street of poplars, without caring to know where he is.

To me this technical acceptation seems not applicable here, where we have to deal with the simplest moral precepts, and not with psychological niceties of Buddhist philosophy.

All ancient books which have once been called sacred by man, will have their lasting place in the history of mankind, and those who possess the courage, the perseverance, and the self-denial of the true miner, and of the true scholar, will find even in the darkest and dustiest shafts what they are seeking for,-real nuggets of thought, and precious jewels of faith and hope.

The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.