They devour each other and cannot even digest themselves.
After Buddha was dead, his shadow was still shown for centuries in a cave.
Our vanity is hardest to wound precisely when our pride has just been wounded.
Glance into the world just as though time were gone: and everything crooked will become straight to you.
Every week we ought to have one hour for recieving letters, then go take a bath.
It is some fundamental certainty which a noble soul has about itself, something which is not to be sought, is not to be found, and perhaps, also, is not to be lost. The noble soul has reverence for itself.