Victory Breeds Hatred, For The

Without A Belief In Personal Immortality, Religion Surely Is Like An Arch Resting On One Pillar, Like A Bridge Ending In An Abyss.

As A Tree, Even Though It Has Been Cut Down, Is Firm So Long As Its Root Is Safe, And Grows Again, Thus, Unless The Feeders Of Thirst Are Destroyed, The Pain (of Life) Will Return Again And Again.

I Know Well There Is No Comfort For This Pain Of Parting. The Wound Always Remains, But One Learns To Bear The Pain, And Learns To Thank God For What He Gave. For The Beautiful Memories Of The Past, And The Yet More Beautiful Hope For The Future.

An Evil Deed Is Better Left Undone, For A Man Repents Of It Afterwards; A Good Deed Is Better Done, For Having Done It, One Does Not Repent.

Childhood Has Its Secrets And Its Mysteries; But Who Can Tell Or Who Can Explain Them!