Samskrit Is The Greatest Language

The Morning Hour Has Gold At The Mouth.

Yes, Now I Understood For The First Time That My Soul Was Not So Poor And Empty As It Had Seemed To Me, And That It Had Been Only The Sun That Was Lacking To Open All Its Germs, And Buds To The Light.

A Flower Cannot Blossom Without Sunshine, And Man Cannot Live Without Love.

It Smote Me To The Heart That I Had Found No One In All The World Who Loved Me More Than All Others.

And Then When All Around Grows Dark, When We Feel Utterly Alone, When All Men Right And Left Pass Us By And Know Us Not, A Forgotten Feeling Rises In The Breast.