Crime and punishment grow out of one stem. Punishment is a fruit that, unsuspected, ripens with the flower of the pleasure that concealed it.
The very nature of kindness is to spread. If you are kind to others, today they will be kind to you, and tomorrow to somebody else.
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.
Letting go of fear, attachment, grief and anger is the sannyasin’s renunciation. He savours only the taste of his oneness with the ultimate reality.
Who comes, finally comes not. Who goes, finally goes not. Why? Who comes is not known to come. Who goes is not known to go. Who appears is finally not to be seen.
