India Was The Motherland Of

The Dog That Buried The Bone Which Even A Canine Appetite Could Not Manage, The Squirrel That Gathered Nuts For A Later Feast, The Bees That Filled The Comb With Honey, The Ants That Laid Up Stores For A Rainy Day - These Were Among The First Creators Of Civilization. It Was They....who Taught Our Ancestors The Art Of Providing For Tomorrow Out Of The Surplus Of Today, Or Of Preparing For Winter In Summer's Time Of Plenty.

Bankers Know That History Is Inflationary And That Money Is The Last Thing A Wise Man Will Hoard

The Most Interesting Thing In The World Is Another Human Being Who Wonders, Suffers And Raises The Questions That Have Bothered Him To The Last Day Of His Life, Knowing He Will Never Get The Answers.

What If It Is For Life's Sake That We Must Die? In Truth We Are Not Individuals; And It Is Because We Think Ourselves Such That Death Seems Unforgivable. We Are Temporary Organs Of The Race, Cells In The Body Of Life; We Die And Drop Away That Life May Remain Young And Strong. If We Were To Live Forever, Growth Would Be Stifled, And Youth Would Find No Room On Earth. Death, Like Style, Is The Removal Of Rubbish, The Circumcision Of The Superfluous. In The Midst Of Death Life Renews Itself Immortally.

Science Tells Us How To Heal And How To Kill; It Reduces Our Death Rate In Retail And Then Kills Us Wholesale In War; But Only Wisdom - Desire Coordinated In The Light Of All Experience - Can Tell Us When To Heal And When To Kill.