Trees loaded with fruit are bent down; the clouds when charged with fresh rain hang down near the earth: even so good men are not uplifted through prosperity. Such is the natural character of the liberal.
BHARTRHARIKnowledge is wonderful and truth serene But man in their service bleeds.
More Bhartrhari Quotes
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The source of inward happiness which shall outlast the earth– To them e’en kings should yield the palm, and own their higher worth.
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There is no medicine to cure a fool!
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The pearl on my beloved’s neck, Afflicted sore the oyster!
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Trees bend low with ripened fruit; clouds hang down with gentle rain; noble people bow graciously. This is the way of generous things.
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A good man may fall, but he falls like a ball [and rebounds]; the ignoble man falls like a lump of clay.
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Man is but a beast without it: such a glorious god is Learning.
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Where is the greatest peace? In truth and righteousness. Who is the hero? The man who subdues his senses. Who is the best beloved? The faithful wife. What is wealth? Knowledge. What is the most perfect happiness? Staying at home.
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Those who possess that treasure which no thief can take away, Which, though on suppliants freely spent, increaseth day by day,
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Knowledge is wonderful and truth serene But man in their service bleeds.
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Our life is like th’ unstable wave, Our bloom of youth decays. Our joys are brief as lightning flash In summer’s cloudy days, Our riches fleet as swift as thought; Faith in the One Supreme Alone will bear us o’er the gulfs Of Being’s stormy stream.
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Idleness is a great enemy to mankind. There is no friend like energy, for, if you cultivate that, it will never fail.
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Those from whom we were born have long since departed, and those with whom we grew up exist only in memory. We, too, through the approach of death, become, as it were, trees growing on the sandy bank of a river.
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What is the most profitable? Fellowship with the good. What is the worst thing in the world? The society of evil men. What is the greatest loss? Failure in ones duty.
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I’ve wandered over many lands, and reaped withal no fruit, I’ve laid my pride of rank aside, and pressed my baffled suit, At stranger boards, like shameless crow, I’ve eaten bitter bread, But fierce Desire, that raging fire, still clamours to be fed.
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I have not wasted life, but life hath wasted me.
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