There is poison in the fang of the serpent, in the mouth of the fly and in the sting of a scorpion; but the wicked man is saturated with it.

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.

At the time of the pralaya (universal destruction) the oceans are to exceed their limits and seek to change, but a saintly man never changes.

Learning is a friend on the journey; a wife in the house; medicine in sickness; and religious merit is the only friend after death.

Trees on a riverbank, a woman in another man's house, and kings without counselors go without doubt to swift destruction.

Avoid him who talks sweetly before you but tries to ruin you behind your back, for he is like a pitcher of poison with milk on top.

The disgrace of one's people brings sorrow to the Nobel minded.