to be loved, you must first love. Consider
your own soul, to make it lovely. Such is the teaching of Buddha. But if
this were all, then would Buddhism be but a repetition of the
commonplaces of all religions, of all philosophies. In this teaching of
righteousness is nothing new. Many teachers have taught it, and all have
learnt in the end that righteousness is no sure road to happiness, to
peace. Buddhism goes farther than this. Honour and righteousness, truth
and love, are, it says, very beautiful things, but are only the
beginning of the way; they are but the gate. In themselves they will
never bring a man home to the Great Peace. Herein lies no salvation from
the troubles of the world. Far more is required of a man than to be
righteous. Holiness alone is not the gate to happiness, and all that
have tried have found it so. It alone will not give man surcease from
pain. When a man has so purified his heart by love, has so weaned
himself from wickedness by good acts and deeds, then he shall have eyes
to see the further way that he should go. Then shall appear to him the
truth that it is indeed life that is the evil to be avoided; that life
is sorrow, and that the man who would escape evil and sorrow must escape
from life itself--not in death. The death of this life is but the
commencement of another, just as, if you dam a stream in one direction,
it will burst forth in another. To take one's life now is to condemn
one's self to longer and more miserable life hereafter. The end of
misery lies in the Great Peace. A man must estrange himself from the
world, which is sorrow. Hating struggle and fight, he will learn to love
peace, and to so discipline his soul that the world shall appear to him
clearly to be the unrest which it is. Then, when his heart is fixed upon
the Great Peace, shall his soul come to it at last. Weary of the earth,
it shall come into the haven where there are no more storms, where there
is no more struggle, but where reigns unutterable peace. It is not
death, but the Great Peace.

'Ever pure, and mirror bright and even,
Life among the immortals glides away;
Moons are waning, generations changing,
Their celestial life flows everlasting,
Changeless 'midst a ruined world's decay.'

This is Nirvana, the end to which we must all strive, the only end that
there can be to the trouble of the world. Each man must realize this for
himself, each man will do so surely in time, and all