“Mortals are immortals and immortals are mortals, the one living the others’ death and dying the others’ life.”

It is difficult to fight against anger; for a man will buy revenge with his soul.

Wisdom is the oneness of mind that guides and permeates all things.

It is hard to contend against one’s heart’s desire; for whatever it wishes to have it buys at the cost of soul.

It is in changing that we find purpose.

You won’t discover the limits of the soul, however far you go.

Time is a game played beautifully by children.

Opposition brings concord. Out of discord comes the fairest harmony.

Day by day, your choices, your thoughts, your actions fashion the person you become.

Eyes and ears are bad witnesses to men having barbarian souls.

Without injustices, the name of justice would mean what?

All things come into being by conflict of opposites.

Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn’t even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back.

Realize that war is common and justice is strife, and that all things come into being and pass away through strife.

Deliberate violence is more to be quenched than a fire.

To be evenminded is the greatest virtue. Wisdom is to speak the truth and act in keeping with its nature.

No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.

It is better to die than to preserve this life by incurring disgrace. The loss of life causes but a moment’s grief, but disgrace brings grief every day of one’s life.

Illness and problems are the specialties of life. But the death of a child is a cause of mental agony which can be overcome if one concedes this world to be a stage or stadium wherein praiseworthy are those who are not proud of their achievement and those who do not cry at their defeat.

My dear child, if you desire to be free from the cycle of birth and death, then abandon the objects of sense gratification as poison. Drink instead the nectar of forbearance, upright conduct, mercy, cleanliness and truth.

I’ve told you the four thunderstorms – disappointment, frustration, unfairness and isolation. You cannot avoid them, as like the monsoon they will come into your life at regular intervals. You just need to keep the raincoat handy to not let the spark die.

Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.

First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.

I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!

When you’re dead, you don’t breathe, you don’t see, you don’t feel, you don’t love.