SAND AND FOAM(second part)

SAND AND FOAM(sed part)

A strange form of self-indulgehere are times when I would be wronged and cheated, that I may laugh at the expense of those who think I do not know I am being wronged and cheated.

What shall I say of him who is the pursuer playing the part of the pursued?

Let him who wipes his soiled hands with yarment take yarment. He may again; surely you would not.

It is a pity that money-gers ot be good gardeners.

Please do not whitewash your i faults with your acquired virtues. I would have the faults; they are like mine own.

How often have I attributed to myself crimes I have never itted, so that the other person may feel fortable in my presence.

Even the masks of life are masks of deeper mystery.

You may judge others only acc to your knowledge of yourself.

Tell me now, who among us is guilty and who is unguilty?

The truly just is he who feels half guilty of your misdeeds.

Only an idiot and a genius break man-made laws; and they are the o the heart of God.

It is only when you are pursued that you bee swift.

I have no enemies, O God, but if I am to have an enemy

Let his strength be equal to mine,

That truth alone may be the victor.

You will be quite friendly with your enemy when you both die.

Perhaps a man may it suicide in self-defence.

Long ago there lived a Man who was crucified for being too loving and too lovable.

And strao relate I met him thrice yesterday.

The first time He was asking a poli not to take a prostitute to prison; the sed time He was drinking wih an outcast; and the third time He was having a fist-fight with a promoter inside a church.

If all they say of good and evil were true, then my life is but one long crime.

Pity is but half justice.

The only one who has been unjust to me is the oo whose brother I have been unjust.

When you see a mao prison say in your heart, "Mayhap he is esg from a narrower prison."

And when you see a man drunken say in your heart, "Mayhap he sought escape from something still more uiful."

Oftentimes I have hated in self-defence; but if I were stronger I would not have used such a on.

How stupid is he who would patch the hatred in his eyes with the smile of his lips.

Only those beh me envy or hate me.

I have never been envied nor hated; I am above no one.

Only those above me praise or belittle me.

I have never been praised nor belittled; I am below no one.

Your saying to me, "I do not uand you," is praise beyond my worth, and an insult you do not deserve. How mean am I when life gives me gold and I give you silver, a I deem myself generous.

When you reach the heart of life you will find yourself not higher than the felon, and not lower than the prophet.

Strahat you should pity the slow-footed and not the slow-minded,

And the blind-eyed rather than the blied.

It is wiser for the lame not to break his crutches upon the head of his enemy.

How blind is he who gives you out of his pocket that he may take out of your heart.

Life is a procession. The slow of foot finds it too swift aeps out;

And the swift of foot finds it too slow aoo steps out.

If there is such a thing as sin some of us it it backward following our forefathers footsteps;

And some of us it it forward by overruling our children.

The truly good is he who is oh all those