The Bread You Store Up Belongs To

Troubles Are Usually The Brooms And Shovels That Smooth The Road To A Good Man's Fortune.

Just As A Very Little Fresh Water Is Blown Away By A Storm Of Wind And Dust, In Like Manner The Good Deeds, That We Think We Do In This Life, Are Overwhelmed By The Multitude Of Evils.

The Hairsplitting Difference Between Formed And Unformed Makes No Difference To Us. Whoever Deliberately Commits Abortion Is Subject To The Penalty For Homicide.

First And Foremost, The Monk Should Own Nothing In This World, But He Should Have As His Possessions Solitude Of The Body, Modesty Of Bearing, A Modulated Tone Of Voice, And A Well-ordered Manner Of Speech. He Should Be Without Anxiety As To His Food And Drink, And Should Eat In Silence.

Indulging In Unrestrained And Immoderate Laughter Is A Sign Of Intemperance, Of A Want Of Control Over One's Emotions, And Of Failure To Repress The Soul's Frivolity By A Stern Use Of Reason.