This is how the little book ends:
Compassion is the fundamental law of nature’s own heart. It means becoming at one with the divine universe, with the universal life and consciousness. It means harmony; it means peace; it means bliss; it means impersonal love.
Having this vision sublime, do not shut your eyes to the misery of others, but devote your life like the Buddhas of Compassion to help all things, first by raising yourself — impersonally, not personally — so that you may help others to see the light divine.
Is there anything so beautiful, so high, so noble, as bringing comfort to broken hearts, light to obscure minds, the teaching of men how to love, how to love and to forgive?
To bring peace to men, to give them hope, to give them light, to show them the way out of the intricate maze of material existence, to bring back to one’s fellow men the knowledge of their own essential divinity as a reality — is not that a sublime work?