That the birds of worry and care fly over your head, this you cannot change, but that they build nests in your hair, this you can prevent.
Thoughts are the medium through which the ego, the limited self, appears and paves the way for all our likes and dislikes, pleasure and pain.
Without an ever-present sense of death, life is insipid. You might as well live on the whites of eggs.
The gods and demons were rivals of each other. The demons, swollen with pride, said, “In what, pray, should we place the oblation?” And they proceeded to place it in their own mouths.
Parents’ lap and arms become hard and bony in the course of time, but what is there in their touch that cools the heart and soothes mental agony?
Hostile attitude only serve to heat up the situation, whereas a true sense of respect gradually cools down what otherwise could become explosive.
