Resolve to be thyself; and know, that he Who finds himself, loses his misery.

And long we try in vain to speak and act Our hidden self, and what we say and do Is eloquent, is well - but 'tis not true!

What shelter to grow ripe is ours? What leisure to grow wise?

But often, in the world's most crowded streets, But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the knowledge of our buried life; A th…

Theoretically there is a perfect possibility of happiness: believing in the indestructible element in oneself and not striving towards it.

In theory there is a possibility of perfect happiness: To believe in the indestructible element within one, and not to strive towards it.

Throughout history, people have lived in poverty and misery. They have been degraded by hunger and ignorance, they have tormented each other and been driven in…