It Smote Me To The Heart That

Hunger Is The Worst Of Diseases, The Body The Greatest Of Pains; If One Knows This Truly, That Is Nirv?na, The Highest Happiness.

Language Is The Rubicon That Divides Man From Beast.

He Who, Though Dressed In Fine Apparel, Exercises Tranquillity, Is Quiet, Subdued, Restrained, Chaste, And Has Ceased To Find Fault With All Other Beings, He Indeed Is An Ascetic.

The Man Who Is Free From Credulity, But Knows The Uncreated, Who Has Cut All Ties, Removed All Temptations, Renounced All Desires, He Is The Greatest Of Men.

He In Whom All This Is Destroyed, And Taken Out With The Very Root, He, When Freed From Hatred And Wise, Is Called Respectable.