Since you must admit that there is nothing outside the universe, it can have no limit and is accordingly without end or measure. It makes no odds in which part of it you may take your stand; whatever spot anyone may occupy, the universe stretches away from him just the same in all directions without limit.

In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.

From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.

Do we not see all humans unaware Of what they want, and always searching everywhere, And changing place, as if to drop the load they bear?

How many evils have flowed from religion.

The fall of dropping water wears away the Stone.

The drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence but by oft falling.