In This World Of Chance

When We Will All See Our Role In Society As Servants, We Will All Light Up The Sky Together Like Countless Stars On A Dark Night. Don’t Think Of Society As The Sky On A Full Moon Night. The Moon’s Harsh Light Blinds Us To The True And Humble Work Of The Stars. But On A Moonless Night, The True Servants Shine Forth, As Though They Are Connected Invisibly In This Vast And Infinite Cosmos.

If A Man Achieves Victory Over This Body, Who In The World Can Exercise Power Over Him? He Who Rules Himself Rules Over The Whole World.

I Am Convinced That Those Who Get Themselves Involved In The Machinery Of Power Politics, Even For The Purpose Of Destroying It, Are Bound To Fail In Their Purpose. To Destroy It We Have To Stay Out Of It. If We Want To Cut Down A Tree, It Is Of No Use To Climb Into Its Branches. The Desire To Keep Contact With Something, Even To Destroy It, Is A Subtle And Insidious Illusion.

In This World Of Chance And Change And Mutability, The Fulfillment Of Any Resolve Depends On The Will Of The Lord.

When A Thing Is True, There Is No Need To Use Any Arguments To Substantiate It.