Victory Breeds Hatred, For The

The Morning Hour Has Gold At The Mouth.

I Spend My Happiest Hours In Reading Vedantic Books. They Are To Me Like The Light Of The Morning, Like The Pure Air Of The Mountains - So Simple, So True, If Once Understood.

He Who, By Causing Pain To Others, Wishes To Obtain Pleasure For Himself, He, Entangled In The Bonds Of Hatred, Will Never Be Free From Hatred.

Victory Breeds Hatred, For The Conquered Is Unhappy.

The Vedic Literature Opens To Us A Chapter In What Has Been Called The Education Of The Human Race To Which We Can Find No Parallel Anywhere Else.