Soon The Child Learns That

What Ought To Be Done Is Neglected, What Ought Not To Be Done Is Done; The Desires Of Unruly, Thoughtless People Are Always Increasing.

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.

Samskrit Is The Greatest Language Of The World.

Would Not The Child's Heart Break In Despair When The First Cold Storm Of The World Sweeps Over It, If The Warm Sunlight Of Love From The Eyes Of Mother And Father Did Not Shine Upon Him Like The Soft Reflection Of Divine Light And Love?

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.