I am but a seeker after truth. I claim to have found a way to it. I claim to be making a ceaseless effort to find it.But I admit that I have not yet found it.To find truth completely is to find oneself and one's destiny i.e to become perfect.I am painfully of my imperfections and therin lies all the strength I possess, because it is a rare thing for a man to know lis own limitations.

                    If  I was a perfect man  ,I own I should not feel the miseries of neighbours as I do.As a perfect man I should take note fo them, prescribe a remedy and compel adoption by the force of  unchangeable Truth in me. But as yet I only see as through a glass darkly  and, therefore have to carry conviction by slow and laborious processes, and then too,  not always with success.