For each and every person, our Lord and Master provides sustenance. Why are you so afraid, O mind? The flamingos fly hundreds of miles, leaving their young ones behind. Who feeds them, and who teaches them to feed themselves? Have you ever thought of this in your mind?

Through shallow intellect, the mind becomes shallow, and one eats the fly, along with the sweets.

Alone let him constantly meditate in solitude on that which is salutary for his soul, for he who meditates in solitude attains supreme bliss.

I am neither a child, a young man, nor an ancient; nor am I of any caste.

Speak only that which will bring you honor.

Dwell in peace in the home of your own being, and the Messenger of Death will not be able to touch you.

I am not the born; how can there be either birth or death for me?