Working hours are never long enough. Each day is a holiday, and ordinary holidays are grudged as enforced interruptions in an absorbing vocation.
One is absolutely sickened, not by the crimes that the wicked have committed, but by the punishments that the good have inflicted; and a community is infinitely more brutalised by the habitual employment of punishment than it is by the occasional occurrence of crime.
Feelings come and go like clouds in a windy sky. Conscious breathing is my anchor.
If a householder moulds himself according to the circumstances - just like nature moulds itself according to seasons - and performs his karma, then only shall he acquire happiness. One who does this successfully gains in all walks of life.
Do you want to know who you are? Don’t ask. Act! Action will delineate and define you.
